This is a song about "About my bad rel"

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I used my rhymes for bad

It ain't like that

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one