This is a song about "Never pass math"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I like my bitches good at math

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

To rap while cursed by math

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

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

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

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,