This is a song about "Bad graphics"

Why you treat them so bad

I know what you do with that

I used my rhymes for bad

She was wet off the bat

She got something i never had

Times aren't always that bad

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

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

Why you treat them so bad

Whether teddy or pat

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack