This is a song about "Bad shape"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

It's all good, finna dog that

Man that was fuckin bad

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper