This is a song about "Chris is bad at life"

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

And my regime includes east coast

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Luxury life, results living bad

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

And i ain't never left

Your bad is what is alleged