This is a song about "Bad child life"

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Pay my haters not too much mind

And no bitch you're not with child,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

I remember life as a child when everything was wild.

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Luxury life, results living bad

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

That little selfless child

For that paper, i'mma grind

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them