This is a song about "Bad nites"

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Times aren't always that bad

Cause we done did that

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Should've known these mothefucking bad

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Man that was fuckin bad

She was wet off the bat

I'm stuck with that

Why you treat them so bad