This is a song about "How bad solid waste is"

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

I ask him how the bad bitches

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Who's on my line

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Your bad is what is alleged

Black nigga with intellect