This is a song about "Simple math"

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.

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

I'm fried from this ripple

Make a choice its very simple

I like my bitches good at math

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

The after math arithmetic,

Yea it look official

Yo this just short and simple

Simple plans and simple pain, where's my train to fame

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations