This is a song about "Bad at sports"

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

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

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking