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

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

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Just look at my good body

America's most wanted like chi ali

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid