This is a song about "Not bad"

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Little did i know that life is not just about bad bitches, mad riches, got stitches

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Told me whats good and bad

There's crack, there's crack

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

This looks not only bad on you and me,

Not half bad and make it bloody like a chick on a bad rag

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

But rather than singing non praise the dude

You do not wanna see me in bad mood.

Coz he was a bad boy,maybe i'm not so well

It's that crack, give you something to sell