This is a song about "Math"

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

To divide and conquer like math equations

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

I can get straight to the cash

I am a storm so do the math.

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

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

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

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