This is a song about "Bad me"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

When you broke up with me we started getting bad whether

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Reminding me of the bad times

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You do not wanna see me in bad mood.

It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If yuu think about battling me, your makinq a bad decision

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Say what you wanna but

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.