This is a song about "Leo and bad"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I'm fucking original, ask leo, my zodiac,

In the lambo looking like a fly

And i ended up being the bad guy,

And a bad one with two degrees

Five shots she ready to leave

I promise i'mma call you back

And i got that bait, they all bad

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And bad bitches give me head and tell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

But now i'm pointin the finger at police