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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But all you do is stare at me

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

Tonight so get it right, you actually said you were good at rap, man thats all crap,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that