This is a song about "Bad at basketball"

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Basketball, you are flat

You, you, you have to pay for that