This is a song about "Math test writing sidharth"

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

The after math arithmetic,

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

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

Your life is a product of trash

I am a storm so do the math.

My friends put me to a real test

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Let my angel sing

That’s just something worth writing

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Your life was just put to the test