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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

He was very clever in english science and math

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Normally i order three or four of these

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

Never caused disturbance not even impertinence in his class never broke a piece of glass

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass