This is a song about "Smelling bad"

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

This is why her nigga mad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Ain't even tryna hold back

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt