This is a song about "Bad relatives"

If we're all relatives, then why do steal, destroy and slaughter

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Luxury life, results living bad

The jager in my cup is licorice black

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

We never tattle, let god handle that

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

No, not bombs over baghdad

Times aren't always that bad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

I used my rhymes for bad

You, you, you have to pay for that