This is a song about "People bad at call of duty"

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

So before i go, you should harvest food

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Reminding me of the bad times

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Because of people bad incisions