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

To be good at rap, you need no limits

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

And she would do anything for everything

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

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I like my bitches good at math

I got sorta good at pretending

Just to be around you is a blessing

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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