This is a song about "You are good at math"

My raps are good, yours are bad..

She always comin back

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I like my bitches good at math

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

The real muscle in the message of that

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

You belong where the rest of the accidents are at

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix