This is a song about "Variation in math"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

To divide and conquer like math equations

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

With a little bit of passion

Taskforce reporting in

To rap while cursed by math

How the fuck you wipe your ass

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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