This is a song about "Bad men and good times"

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

A bad cop good cop routine as it came and went like crap

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Used to call me the african don dada

I got the good shit men i already told ya

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Gotta love it good and bad, in my element this is my habitat,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Same weed good times with a different scent

Times when we were young kids chilling thinking we were wise men, so let me tell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel