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

Imma leave u all with a nice good bye!!

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I'mma live and die in cali

Just look at my good body

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Oh! i was lucky u say u gotta good heart

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

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

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But have u ever thort about being in the other position

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash