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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

( the flow is meant to be kind of fast in order to flow with the beat and make it sound better)

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

In order to put on a show and grow these skills of mine

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I'm just fucking round in class

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak