This is a song about "Im bad"

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

Im not in the mood for any more bad news,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

But like all bad things you should realize, im just a lost soul in this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that im facing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

You think i give a shit if i lose im used to the bad news

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Then i'm back at it, back in hazmats, breaking bad addictions back, im a rap addict"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

But i ain't get to see you today

Bad misplay, im lost in fray, maybe one day