This is a song about "Leo and bad"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

And i ended up being the bad guy,

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

And keep away from clients this bad guys

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

But we having sex tonight

Gotta bad bitch and she a dyke