This is a song about "Drugs are bad"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

You might think these lines are bad and wack

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

She used to say drugs are stupid, now shes doin acid with pupils diluted, oh shit,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

May just gon' bring hobo back

My raps are good, yours are bad..