This is a song about "Love for a little blonde"

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

She might be goin' home with me tonight

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Show a level of love for it

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Stick around for a little perspective

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I can't take it back its a little to late for that

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac