This is a song about "Bad shodam"

Times aren't always that bad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Or let the mob handle that

Told me whats good and bad

That we ain't never had

When i am mad, and things look bad/

You, you, you have to pay for that

No, not bombs over baghdad

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Why you treat them so bad

You know, work that

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

That's why it sucks so bad

In the house, holla back