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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Not only eating but i'm living good like kings and queens is

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

I like my bitches good at math

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass