This is a song about "The bad life"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Too bad, that's the beer talking

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I ask him how the bad bitches

I hope we both do learn from this

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

The realest thing dude ever said was you was bad,

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad