This is a song about "Stugglein math"

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Could be applied to this shit

The after math arithmetic,

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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