This is a song about "You think you are a bad ass but you ain t shit"

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

You are just a pain in my ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

You think you killed it but my ass isn't deceased

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Does she know you are a big ass snitch and a cheat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

About shit you never want to think about but you do

Might be leaving with me before the night is through