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

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

I'm the next big thing, but y'all look at me like i'm no good

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Ball in hand, with callin stands, i looked at you and never saw a man

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

I'mma live and die in cali

Just look at my good body

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

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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