This is a song about "You bad"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Don’t you be holding back

Why do you treat them so bad

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

You already did the bad thing damn shit

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I want the you out of my body so bad you just

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

"too bad i already narcked on you"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Uh, you a bad girl potential

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special