This is a song about "Kevin is bad at league"

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Now someone is dissin' me? well oh shit, that's bad,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

We magnetizing the ghetto

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

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

Why a black nigga take ass over class

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

You better see im in a different league

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed