This is a song about "Bad promises"

This is why her nigga mad

Why you treat them so bad

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Should've known these mothefucking bad

I don't want it on my back

Sentimental beauties acting bad

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

No car key and i mean that

I used my rhymes for bad

Times aren't always that bad

Cus if your love was all i had

Why you treat them so bad

Cause we done did that

I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love