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

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I’m way harder than the concrete

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Just look at my good body

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet