This is a song about "My bitch math teacher"

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

To rap while cursed by math

Your life is a product of trash

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

The after math arithmetic,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Something wicked this way come

Do the math, get the sum

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

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