This is a song about "How drugs are bad"

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

You are bad why would you rap?

These hoes are bad and they know

I'm never faded though

Cause ignorance is bliss

I ask him how the bad bitches

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Pass that, catch back, fast that

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,