This is a song about "Bad deads"

Why you treat them so bad

Ha my mojo back

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Luxury life, results living bad

May just gon' bring hobo back

Why do you treat them so bad

Well, i can handle that

Sentimental beauties acting bad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Ain't even tryna hold back

Times aren't always that bad