This is a song about "You are to bad"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

To bad dummy you ain't got skills to back it up with

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

You are the world to me

My lady, my baby

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

How are you going to survive?

The doctor has arrived just be patient

To bad you aint on the guest list

She leave her hair in the sink

You are a bad patient