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

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

Say that your skills are increasing, but you've never been good at rap.

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Stay in taxes we as good at you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true