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

For good at least once in a while

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Or the trials of tribulations

I hate it when they card asians

White people can rap why cant asians

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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.

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

My raps are good, yours are bad..

That are targeted at your ass.

Just put your hand on the glass

That everythings fine, ok and good

We was loonie i suppose, you could