This is a song about "I am really bad"

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Yeah, the sex in the sack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Is that without her i wouldn't be who i really am

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

We on a world tour, wale your man

Because that's how dope i'm really am

There's crack, there's crack

When i am mad, and things look bad/