This is a song about "Math sux"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I like my bitches good at math

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Vijay singh and all of them

Do the math, get the sum

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

He just get her bigger bags

To rap while cursed by math