This is a song about "Math slopes"

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Do the math, get the sum

If you wanted a date, don't come

To rap while cursed by math

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math