This is a song about "Sequences in math"

To divide and conquer like math equations

Had i not been exposed to these things

Gin makes me sin

Knocked out in the lunch in

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

In proving improvement in chunks,

Real light jab to opponents

The after math arithmetic,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit