This is a song about "You had a bad life"

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You ain't bad, see, you just had

We will never die, we are forever alive

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

You are a bad patient

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds