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

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.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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