This is a song about "Being bad at arithmetic"

And i ended up being the bad guy,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I ain't being dramatic these feelings are automatic you don't know until you go at it

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

At the thought of being popular

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last