This is a song about "Asians that are good at math"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Lay awake at night i fight these demons that are inside

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

We about to set this bitch on fire

For good at least once in a while

She prayed on me passing that bar

So quit talk about how good you are

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

I got sorta good at pretending

And getting money is the song i sing

I've been down feelin like i am clown through are not that good rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times