This is a song about "Variation in math"

You can't be wiping your ass

I like my bitches good at math

To rap while cursed by math

So chase the air hide your stash

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

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

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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