This is a song about "Bad deam"

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Should've known these mothefucking bad

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Luxury life, results living bad

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

And there's no way i can pay you back

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

She did things that were bad

There's crack, there's crack

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I used my rhymes for bad

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Why do you treat them so bad