This is a song about "Him being good at math"

I applaud him, at that time here

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Or be real good at cooking

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Fell asleep in first class

I like my bitches good at math

So i made him disappear for good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Watch him in a lyrical rattles, watchin' him spit, starin' at him like a hawk//

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

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

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

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

No regard when i'm going at abroad

For good at least once in a while

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile