This is a song about "Bad frendship"

Should've known these mothefucking bad

The door crack, niggas all black

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

The third one is mixed, white and black

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

No, not bombs over baghdad

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

All i need is the notepad

Why you treat them so bad

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that