This is a song about "Bad for you"

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

You are a bad patient

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

You are a bad patient

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Our nation have to bow, africa

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack