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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

To block out satin from stopping my payments

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And i can smell 12 from a block away, leave the scene

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

Your the new kid on the block

King of the club, i bet you can’t top