This is a song about "The bad me and good me"

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,

Oops, i'm so sorry

Of bad bitches and good tree

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad