This is a song about "Bad at ball"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me

Staring at the crystal ball

By the phone, no call

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Then i'm back at it, back in hazmats, breaking bad addictions back, im a rap addict"

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Is a space that now you hold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost