This is a song about "How shit math is"

It's all good, finna dog that

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Hugged and said "how is it

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

But how you gonna talk shit when all i have is sold out shows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Thinking how this shit is hard,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

If you ever feel alone and

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

Shit is not easy b how can you disguise

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

It's amazing how how someone so self-centered is respected