This is a song about "Smelling bad"

Times aren't always that bad

When love comes callin', don’t look back

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

It's actually disastrously bad

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I'mma sign that work and release that

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I used my rhymes for bad

Top dropped down, black on black

No, not bombs over baghdad

Man that was fuckin bad

Told me whats good and bad

Ha my mojo back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Can't win with a passive attack