This is a song about "Order of operations in math class"

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

So chase the air hide your stash

Fell asleep in first class

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

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

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray