This is a song about "I got the bad blood"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And i got that bait, they all bad

Well sorry, i got some bad news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth