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

Me, myself, and i the reason why you guys ain't bad as us

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Told me whats good and bad

See i let my nigga split that

Cus if your love was all i had

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

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

Bro you rap bad and it makes me laugh

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I'm the next big thing, but y'all look at me like i'm no good

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack