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

I got sorta good at pretending

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

No forgive him for your own good

From hollywood to the hood

I like my bitches good at math

Got my foot on the gas

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

That it's been awhile

For good at least once in a while

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog