This is a song about "Quadratic math formulas"

The after math arithmetic,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

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

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

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

I am a storm so do the math.

I can get straight to the cash

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks