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

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

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

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

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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