This is a song about "Bad about someone"

Now someone is dissin' me? well oh shit, that's bad,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Looking at someone who hoops

A far reach from them rap dudes

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Cause when someone raps about me its not a joke

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,