This is a song about "A kid with bad teeth and bad grades"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

And everybody's having sex

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

No car key and i mean that

Told me whats good and bad

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Not half bad and make it bloody like a chick on a bad rag

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches