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

Stay in taxes we as good at you

I call em up, they might fall through

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

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

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Cuz it seems you get ass for free by simply being at the scene

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

At the thought of being popular

My wrist is all red from the cutter