This is a song about "Bad tempers"

Told me whats good and bad

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Man that was fuckin bad

In the house, holla back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Luxury life, results living bad

I used my rhymes for bad

Bet i'm heavy with that

That affected you so bad

Don’t you be holding back

Got tired of running from the police

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies