This is a song about "Bad ideas"

It's a way to spread ideas that i strongly believe

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Wonder if they take it all back

Told me whats good and bad

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads