This is a song about "Bad and bougie"

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

And a bad one with two degrees

I'm everything that they call nice

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

And i ended up being the bad guy,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Yeah, the sex in the sack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

If you ain't about money

Of bad bitches and good tree

When i am mad, and things look bad/

And there's no way i can pay you back