This is a song about "Math"

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

I don't care what it did to them

Do the math, get the sum

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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