This is a song about "You being good at math but sucking at ball"

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I like my bitches good at math

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Ball at a height that most you couldn't reach and at the peak of it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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