This is a song about "Bad poems"

It's actually disastrously bad

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Twista finna get up on the track

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Man that was fuckin bad

Bet i'm heavy with that

Ain't even tryna hold back

Why do you treat them so bad