This is a song about "Your bad at football"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I've got so much to say

If your having a bad day

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,