This is a song about "Bad break up"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

All this bad shit i did be messin up my mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Seeing kids looking up to these celebreties who make bad

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

They like talking, its like gossip

We was high school peers, in junior high

And i ended up being the bad guy,

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law