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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

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

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

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

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough