This is a song about "Bad grammar"

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Delivery and grammar,

Times aren't always that bad

It's all good, finna dog that

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

All i need is the notepad

Luxury life, results living bad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,