This is a song about "Bad shape"

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Told me whats good and bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

All i need is the notepad

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

That moschino shit is so back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Man that was fuckin bad

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate