This is a song about "Math scatter plots"

To rap while cursed by math

Your life is a product of trash

And jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots/

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Most rappers ask to scatter

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

It doesnt seem to be one his plans or plots

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

The after math arithmetic,

So cool the bitches, they scatter

That i will leave earth with her

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.