This is a song about "I am a bad boy"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Too bad i was a mistake,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

While i am always sad i'm bad, i'm contrite, ya i'm down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I am so bad i can burn in hell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Coz he was a bad boy,maybe i'm not so well

It's that crack, give you something to sell

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

When i am mad, and things look bad/