This is a song about "About a boy called oli who thinks he s bad"

Timmy got his bike stole

He thinks that he can control

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

And if ya boy thinks yo a virgin

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Bad, just like an 80's car

With the goons i spar