This is a song about "I love my niggas"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I do dis for my niggas and city

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

I hate my design but roll with the love

Rocket my name i know you love it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit