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

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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"

I’m a hustla, baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

This looks not only bad on you and me,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

The devils drug got me feeling a real good high./

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why