This is a song about "Bad texter"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Or let the mob handle that

Luxury life, results living bad

See i let my nigga split that

Told me whats good and bad

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

No car key and i mean that

And you all will respect that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

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

Bring that shit the fuck back

Sentimental beauties acting bad

I just wanna be higher than that