This is a song about "Quadratic math formulas"

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

I never fit in with them light skins

To divide and conquer like math equations

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

I like my bitches good at math

She graduated top of the class

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

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

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