This is a song about "About my bad rel"

We're about to fuck, but my luck turns bad when the cops bust in,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,

Shit with our whole family

I feel bad when i think about me

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Miami nights, ain't another one

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

But i know i see better days

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Goddamn, the boy's back

I used my rhymes for bad