This is a song about "These are bad songs"

You are a bad patient

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

Lost faith in jesus, inspiration for these songs grievous

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I know the world been waiting for that

You are bad why would you rap?

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I need to start gettin these songs recorded and sold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,