This is a song about "Bad ryhmes"

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

I don't want it on my back

See i let my nigga split that

She did things that were bad

May just gon' bring hobo back

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Times aren't always that bad

Well, i can handle that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Man that was fuckin bad