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

Who know this be the life that i really live

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

I’m tryna be low key

Of bad bitches and good tree

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them