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

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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