This is a song about "Math rap"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

To rap while cursed by math

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,