This is a song about "Math voc"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk