This is a song about "Bad shape"

Told me whats good and bad

Ain't even tryna hold back

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

I used my rhymes for bad

Sneak up on attack

In the house, holla back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Why you treat them so bad

You know, work that

You, you, you have to pay for that

Times aren't always that bad

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

I can't turn back

That's why it sucks so bad