This is a song about "Bad day s"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

It was such a bad day when the pricks told us

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins