This is a song about "Bad basketball players"

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)