This is a song about "Math problems"

My nigga, its all love

Sometimes you got problems

Mo' money, mo' problems

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Hang your problems on a hanger

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

To rap while cursed by math

He just get her bigger bags

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Women troubles family problems