This is a song about "Bad ryhmes"

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Should've known these mothefucking bad

To get them niggas while they laid back

Ain't even tryna hold back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

That affected you so bad

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Times aren't always that bad