This is a song about "Bad players"

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

It's actually disastrously bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

It's all good, finna dog that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

It's actually disastrously bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back