This is a song about "Bad man gangstas"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

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

Man that was fuckin bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Oh man, that bad neighborhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

Man nerf guns must hurt so bad

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Ain't no women at the shows

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,