This is a song about "Bad texter"

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

One night love: i'mma need that

I used my rhymes for bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Sneak up on attack

Why you treat them so bad

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

It's actually disastrously bad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Try to jack and i will attack

When that money calls i holla back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad