This is a song about "About my bad rel"

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

They say he the key to my blessings

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

But got comma’s in my statement

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Your bitch on my lap pleaing for my pee pee so bad

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

They say that i never cease to amaze