This is a song about "Bad rhymes"

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

Paper planes, long flights

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

And focus more on my rhymes.

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

She did things that were bad

Cause we done did that