This is a song about "Bad and bougie"

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Get rough with me, that night flow

These hoes are bad and they know

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

In the house, holla back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

As much as i wanna leave

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And one bitch who bad to the bone