This is a song about "Bitch i m bad"

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Man i got a bad bitch maybe ill wife her

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I'mma let you hang chick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

All you niggas die

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was