This is a song about "Quadratic math formulas"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

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

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

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