This is a song about "Math"

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

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

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

The after math arithmetic,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

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