This is a song about "Bad at golf"

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I am the one ...i am above the law out playin golf wid the judge,

Well, i can handle that

Times aren't always that bad

Quick flipping up sexy back

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Man that was fuckin bad

Ain't even tryna hold back

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

I used my rhymes for bad

I promise i'mma call you back

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Why you treat them so bad

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face