This is a song about "You re bad"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

That affected you so bad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Projecting bad energy will hold you in schism

Can’t you hear that

Why you treat them so bad

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I heard liqours bad for you liver well im bad for your kidney

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,