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

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Back with my heart and i'm venting

I got sorta good at pretending

Ball at a height that most you couldn't reach and at the peak of it

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret