This is a song about "Bad reapers"

Why you treat them so bad

Top dropped down, black on black

You got reason to brag

Why do you treat them so bad

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Times aren't always that bad

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I used my rhymes for bad

Ain't even tryna hold back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Luxury life, results living bad

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