This is a song about "Bad cheering"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Sentimental beauties acting bad

Cus if your love was all i had

We never tattle, let god handle that

Should've known these mothefucking bad

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I used my rhymes for bad

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

I know what you do with that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

The real muscle in the message of that