This is a song about "Ur bad"

All green nigga pick six

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Ur love was always fake

We both had dreams of being great

Remember stand up for ur rights

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Nigga i ain't never scared

Ur never stressed and forever blessed

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

And she stripping, go to college

And realize ur pussy bitch.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened