This is a song about "Bad belle"

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Now you got me hopped up on that

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

The third one is mixed, white and black

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Luxury life, results living bad

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I used my rhymes for bad

Can’t you hear that

Quick flipping up sexy back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Man that was fuckin bad

I can't turn back