This is a song about "Someone bad"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I don't need no single

Someone blow the whistle,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Looking at someone who hoops

Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

They isnt words you can just say to someone