This is a song about "People bad at call of duty"

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Call me walter white, cause i break bad in business,

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Reminding me of the bad times

This is how she want to live