This is a song about "Bad trumpets"

She did things that were bad

I promise i'mma call you back

Why you treat them so bad

Can’t you hear that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Goddamn, the boy's back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I'm stuck with that

Man that was fuckin bad

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

That affected you so bad