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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Say him good bye and never come his way..

For good at least once in a while

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

I got sorta good at pretending

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Stay in taxes we as good at you

I like my bitches good at math

Cause you're most likely to crash

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

So i made him disappear for good

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

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