This is a song about "Badguy strange livin"

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

We were livin a fantasy

The world seems strange at times

We hustle to survive

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

We pray while we prey on competition

Of a lucid life we could be livin'.