This is a song about "The bad life"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

You already did the bad thing damn shit

I ask him how the bad bitches

I hope we both do learn from this

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Reminding me of the bad times

Ill live my life great nothin bad was ever really destined,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Rollin' down the four o five

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

Too bad, that's the beer talking

And this will be the song that we sing

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still