This is a song about "Math"

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

I am a storm so do the math.

While i'm rubbing on that ass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

But i let off everything i have

He was very clever in english science and math

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas