This is a song about "Bad britches"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Suspicious babies in britches

Why you treat them so bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Can't win with a passive attack

Told me whats good and bad

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

You're very attractive, and notice that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that