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

But he don't rule a thing

I got sorta good at pretending

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried