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

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Cuz it seems you get ass for free by simply being at the scene

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I got sorta good at pretending

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class