This is a song about "Car breaking down"

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Irate and impregnate, too late i'm breaking down

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

Yelling "swag" on a cops car 'til i fell down

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

She is far bizarre

Your music in the car

Got a license, no car

Baby, you know who you are