This is a song about "Bad bothers"

Luxury life, results living bad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

You, you, you have to pay for that

That affected you so bad

Times aren't always that bad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

All i need is the notepad

I used my rhymes for bad

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back