This is a song about "Bad trumpets"

Why you treat them so bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

It's actually disastrously bad

I used my rhymes for bad

You know, work that

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

When i am mad, and things look bad/

She got something i never had

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

I don't want it on my back

Bet i'm heavy with that

And i got that bait, they all bad

Sound the trumpets, i'm triumphant

See me with a husband