This is a song about "Badguy strange livin"

The world seems strange at times

Nigga fuck the black and whites

The world seems strange at times

All the time with this glock of mines

These joints here not found at the mall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

I have such a strange characteristic

I work hard for everything i get

Livin life off love like rebecca

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

My talent should take me places i've never been

Of a lucid life we could be livin'.

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

Where it's all about the cautious livin'