This is a song about "Bad man batty boys"

Man that was fuckin bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Man boys call me breezy, hoes call me venom

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Oh man, that bad neighborhood

From hollywood to the hood

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Live from the lamont's rose

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them