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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

Cause we done did that

Told me whats good and bad

And a bad one with two degrees

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town