This is a song about "Bad nigas"

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Why you treat them so bad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

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

Should've known these mothefucking bad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Now nigas know how i get down.

He won't sit down, given the crown