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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

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

Reminding me of the bad times

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Plottin' don’t even worry

Good ppl surrounding me

Well, i can handle that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

They're calling me the good guy devil

It was me who received all the good luck

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Malia family, we the family

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