Mathematics (remix) Hobo Johnson

[Intro]
Yo what up, I'm releasing a single on the fucking, on October 5th
This isn’t the single but fuck it anyways let's do it

[Verse 1]
I heard you used to juggle soap in jail
In exchange for 5 cigarettes you would never inhale
I used to call your mother really late at night and tell her
That your loving father wasn't treating her right
But I lied, yo he’s nice
You look as shook as Casey Anthony's baby (oh fuck, damn)
Who's been crying a lot lately, on a Monday
My girl looking like a coca-cola can
She fucking thick as can be fam
She's my little rectangle
Drop it low as your credit score
Damn girl you ain't buying new shit
For the next 5 years or so
What's the difference between your mom and a car?
I just don't go buy cars
Every rapper say they can go and sell a salt to a slug
But I could sell a hug to a thug
And a thug could prolly sell it right back
Nothing wrong with that
Every thug needs some love
That's a matter of fact