This is a song about "Bad drivers"

She did things that were bad

I don't want it on my back

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

I used my rhymes for bad

When love comes callin', don’t look back

That affected you so bad

This is why her nigga mad

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

That we ain't never had

Times aren't always that bad

Told me whats good and bad

In the house, holla back