This is a song about "Bad poems"

I don't want it on my back

She did things that were bad

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Luxury life, results living bad

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

No, not bombs over baghdad

Times aren't always that bad

And you all will respect that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Why do you treat them so bad

Or let the mob handle that

Why you treat them so bad

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Should've known these mothefucking bad