This is a song about "Bad love"

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

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

All i need is the notepad

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Show me love show me fuckin love

I've got muslims calling on jesus

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

It's actually disastrously bad

Told me whats good and bad

I can't turn back

The door crack, niggas all black

Why you treat them so bad