This is a song about "Bad things from the block"

When love comes callin', don’t look back

She did things that were bad

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

To block out satin from stopping my payments

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

Lead the human race away from a foolish place of bad music taste

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Top dropped down, black on black

But i've got an awful bad case of writer's block.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back