This is a song about "Bad niggaz"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Them niggaz wont know that your a schoolgirl

But i see beauty left in you girl

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

It's actually disastrously bad

Luxury life, results living bad

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back