This is a song about "How bad you look"

I ask him how the bad bitches

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

The game was programmed by scribblers makes a whole team look bad

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Look how much we've grown apart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

To get them niggas while they laid back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I can't turn back

Why you treat them so bad