This is a song about "Your bad at soccer"

Yeah ain't that what the song say

If your having a bad day

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Niggas in the street scared

Your bad is what is alleged

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Settin different assets, objectives, change your bad decisions,

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle