This is a song about "About my bad rel"

While you're down, i shall not feel bad about clapping

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

My childhood was full of bad memories

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

From an african american stance

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

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

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

Yo, i'll bet she be back

My raps are good, yours are bad..