This is a song about "Boys breaking hearts"

Gotta make that cash

Your always breaking glass

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

The door crack, niggas all black

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys