This is a song about "Bad things about men"

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I feel bad when i think about me

And niggas flashing crazy

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

The things that i can rap about that is real

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Yeah, the sex in the sack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Thinking about the way things used to be

Malia family, we the family

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed