This is a song about "Badman things"

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

They say he the key to my blessings

All these things until they unfold

Hand to hand in the cold

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And i'll make things creamy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And if i want to go outside

Doing every day things, at night

Yeah, the sex in the sack

She did things that were bad

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives