This is a song about "Bad linen"

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

She got something i never had

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

There's crack, there's crack

I used my rhymes for bad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Luxury life, results living bad

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

You're very attractive, and notice that

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

The crown ruler is back

She did things that were bad