This is a song about "I feel bad"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

If i had a brain in my head, i'd probably feel bad about what i said

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

You've seen the way i feel

You light-years behind here

And i got that bait, they all bad

Saying they this and that

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

We never tattle, let god handle that