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

This is why her nigga mad

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Like curses on the radio

These hoes are bad and they know

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

And i got that bait, they all bad

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Changing my whole life style from bad to good

I don't want it on my back

Told me whats good and bad

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could