This is a song about "The bad life"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Luxury life, results living bad

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

My records sell, yes sir

You, you, you have to pay for that

You already did the bad thing damn shit

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

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Charlie's the name, undead's the life,

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball