B*tch Bad

Yeah, I say Bitch bad, woman good, lady better Hey, hey Hey, hey Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio And a song comes on and a not far off from being born Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong Now I ain't trying to make it too complex But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped context About the perception of women these days His mama sings along and this what she says "Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that bitch Something that's far above average" And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage And baby carriage and other things that match it Couple of things are happenin' here First he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his mama comma And because she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help And mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches) Uh, tell 'em Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood They misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches) Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves It doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance They understand the internet better than their parents Now being the internet, the content's probably uncensored They're young, so they're malleable and probably unmentored A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference "Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches That's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches" Now let's say that they less concerned with him And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims Ah, the plot thickens High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim Reality check, I'm not trippin' They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' these bitches) Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches) Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson But as a psychological weapon To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions Discretion's, reflections, it's clever misdirection 'Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp Sure enough, in this little world The little boy meets one of those little girls And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna fuck her He think she's bad at bein' a bitch, like his mother Momma never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to impress like that Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart But bad mean bad to him, bitch don't play your part But bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way But she think she a bitch, what a double entendre Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' these bitches) Bitch bad, woman good Lady better, they misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches) Bitch bad, woman good, lady better They misunderstood You're misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches) Bitch bad, woman good, lady better Greatest mother hood (I'm killin' these bitches)