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

I hate it when they card asians

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

For good at least once in a while

For good at least once in a while

That ain't really my style

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

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

That everythings fine, ok and good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could