This is a song about "About my bad rel"

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Saying they this and that

They say nothings ever free

I feel bad when i think about me

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

My childhood was full of bad memories

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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