This is a song about "Nascar math"

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

I can barely wipe my ass

I am a storm so do the math.

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

He was very clever in english science and math

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

The after math arithmetic,

I just wanna be higher than that

To rap while cursed by math

Fell asleep in first class