This is a song about "Bad times"

The world seems strange at times

I wish i could have 25 wives

Destined to win, get respect where i live

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

Remember when we went to happy times

I used to have a nine to five

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Hard to kill, how many more times?

This is how she want to live

Relive all the good times

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Reminding me of the bad times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types