This is a song about "Bad me"

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

When you broke up with me we started getting bad whether

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

Money i make em buck

And all women who had light features, see

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free

Style so bad can't jock me kid

Purple label 8 hundred

Battle me, luckily mary has maintained the change from bad to worse,

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free