This is a song about "Being a bad man"

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

But being crazy man i could of told yah

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Too bad cause he's broken inside man

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan