This is a song about "Math sux"

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

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

I like my bitches good at math

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Do the math, get the sum

Oh, you look like my next victim