This is a song about "Bad relatives"

Don’t you be holding back

Man that was fuckin bad

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Try to jack and i will attack

Told me whats good and bad

Times aren't always that bad

No, not bombs over baghdad

See i let my nigga split that

Why you treat them so bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

That affected you so bad

Luxury life, results living bad

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack