This is a song about "Bad players"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

The crown ruler is back

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Competition on the court

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

It's actually disastrously bad

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds