This is a song about "Being good at math and not basketball"

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

He was very clever in english science and math

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

The good kid from the ugly city

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math