This is a song about "Badguy strange livin selling crystal meth"

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

That k o d a lil bit of change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

Before you disappear you is that crystal clear

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup