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

He was very clever in english science and math

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I like my bitches good at math

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Then quickly people start activate reactions through words , thoughts, and deeds

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the