This is a song about "Bad singers"

Don’t you be holding back

That affected you so bad

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

It's actually disastrously bad

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

And that's jay line i had to quote that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)