This is a song about "About my bad rel"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Covering my head in bad weather

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

I used my rhymes for bad

So i'm one with that

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

If yuu think about battling me, your makinq a bad decision