This is a song about "Bad hit detection"

Quick flipping up sexy back

Why you treat them so bad

She took a bad trip hit her head off a rock oh shit.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Like a bad bong hit, you better call it quits when i spit

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

She did things that were bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit