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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

But make sure if they do see

Just look at my good body

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I ain't being dramatic these feelings are automatic you don't know until you go at it

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

I got sorta good at pretending

Back with my heart and i'm venting

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that