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

But all you do is stare at me

But make sure if they do see

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

To be good at rap, you need no limits

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

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