This is a song about "Still with the bad aye lad"

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

No car key and i mean that

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Always out with the bad kids, you don't deserve him.