Coke War
A blasphemous holiday campaign for a soda that thinks it's God. Red trucks, white powder, and a sacred wordmark at war with itself.
Rap Persona · Media Lab · Political Cartoon
Boy Math is a rap persona, media lab, and living meme for the rich, dumb future we're already in. VC villains, couture coups, and wordmarks that feel like lawsuits waiting to happen.
A beautiful woman in sunglasses reading your VC tweets back to you like court transcripts.
Music videos, wordmarks, and visual experiments sitting somewhere between protest art and luxury advertising.
A blasphemous holiday campaign for a soda that thinks it's God. Red trucks, white powder, and a sacred wordmark at war with itself.
Manners, caviar bumps, and the guillotine they're building in South Park. A Nas-meets-Ludacris roast of nouveau riche tech etiquette.
A woman-on-the-street explaining why AI layoffs are all a Benioff plot, in a hoodie that reads like a confession.
Manifesto
It's the voice in the group chat that says the quiet part with perfect rhyme schemes. A beautiful woman in couture reading your VC tweets back to you like court transcripts. Rap, satire, and visual propaganda aimed straight at the soft underbelly of power.
Boy Math isn't a brand — it's an instrument. Each track, video, and wordmark is a calibrated insult directed at systems that mistake wealth for wisdom and vibes for values.
The project lives where finance memes, high fashion, and political commentary overlap. The tone is sharp, funny, and uncomfortably specific. If it feels a little too close to home, it's working.
Read the full manifesto →Narrative buckets where the Boy Math universe expands: villains, heists, and holy wars.
Capsule 01
Marie Antoinette in a seed-stage vest. Dracula on the cap table. A16Z as an overfunded opera. Rich people dressed as history's worst decisions.
Capsule 02
From Hawaiian land rights to Salesforce Tower. Political fantasy dressed as a heist movie, where the islands are the jewels and the sales bros flip sides.
Capsule 03
Coke War and other sacred brand blasphemies. Full-screen typography that feels like it should come with a legal disclaimer.
Merch
Limited drops for people who think in multipliers, not morals. Pieces that look like streetwear from far away and inside jokes up close.
For the girl who failed algebra but can read a term sheet. Oversized, heavyweight, with "Bad at Math" in courtroom-serif across the chest.
Marble columns, caviar, and a tiny guillotine icon hidden in the tag. For polite revolutions in boardrooms.
Collaborations
Political campaigns that don't feel like homework. Brand work with teeth. Bespoke rap narratives for your messiest ideas, tuned for AI video pipelines.
Cap Table
No spam. Just drops, leaks, and first-look videos. You can sell your soul later. For now, it's just your inbox.