This is a song about "Bad relatives"

Convertibles with turbo jets

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

Man that was fuckin bad

Naked woman rub my back

She did things that were bad

No car key and i mean that

Watch as your relatives grab a bag to scavenge for your many limbs

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I promise i'mma call you back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Told me whats good and bad

You got reason to brag