This is a song about "Being bad at arithmetic"

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I'm gettin' twisted sick with shit, it's ticking like arithmetic,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Cuz it seems you get ass for free by simply being at the scene

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,