This is a song about "Bad intentions"

Man that was fuckin bad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Your intentions for victory, is questionable

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

I'm lost and i can't remember any of my intentions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Times aren't always that bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

The door crack, niggas all black

Why you treat them so bad

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

That moschino shit is so back