This is a song about "Bad spelling"

Should've known these mothefucking bad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spelling bees

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Sentimental beauties acting bad

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Luxury life, results living bad

I'm always busy, like a retarted kid spelling mississippi,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You're very attractive, and notice that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Well, i can handle that

Times aren't always that bad