This is a song about "Variation in math"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

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

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

We must look more at salvation, inspiration, and variation,

Fell asleep in first class

I like my bitches good at math

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

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

To divide and conquer like math equations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I know that love it could begin

Knocked out in the lunch in