This is a song about "At bad"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

She always comin back

That affected you so bad

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

In the house, holla back

Why you treat them so bad

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

I used my rhymes for bad

The door crack, niggas all black