This is a song about "Bad singers"

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

We never tattle, let god handle that

She did things that were bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

It ain't like that

I used my rhymes for bad

It's actually disastrously bad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Luxury life, results living bad

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

You, you, you have to pay for that

Times aren't always that bad

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,