This is a song about "Math teachers"

To rap while cursed by math

I can barely wipe my ass

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

And all these teachers treat us like some fools

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

Teaching y'all the lessons neglected by the teachers

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

He was very clever in english science and math

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class