This is a song about "About my bad rel"

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

I know what you do with that

I used my rhymes for bad

Kill bad habits, that's my thing

I'm on the run, keep running

Say you through will all my foul ways

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

If i had a brain in my head, i'd probably feel bad about what i said

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

My childhood was full of bad memories

That'll do anything that i please