This is a song about "Bad life and bad dad"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

In the club like fuck it, though

These hoes are bad and they know

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Ill live my life great nothin bad was ever really destined,

And i got that bait, they all bad

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life