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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

He was very clever in english science and math

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids