This is a song about "Why druga are bad"

Why you treat them so bad

There's crack, there's crack

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Why you treat them so bad

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Im happier when high and drunk

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

You are bad why would you rap?

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

You are a bad patient

Why do people have bad attitudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes