This is a song about "Math teacher camry"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I'm a teacher, i'm a bad influence.

He was very clever in english science and math

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Ya'll are the students and i'm the rap teacher

To rap while cursed by math

Gotta make that cash

To divide and conquer like math equations

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns