This is a song about "Nascar math"

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

The after math arithmetic,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Little light in the ass

To rap while cursed by math