This is a song about "My math teacher"

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

Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.

I don’t care where ya are

I wish i had a teacher

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Bring your pen and your weed stash

To rap while cursed by math

I am a storm so do the math.

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Let me be your rap teacher

I pipe in and one night her

We both teenagers with the same mind state

But my junior year english teacher portrayed