This is a song about "A boy whose dreams are broken"

Flyer than the rest of them

Are grieving and broken

My words are broken, in addition.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I'm a lightning-fast killer whose blades strike with no remorse,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

So i parked in a tow-away zone

You've got a broken dome

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Streaks are made to broken

And when it's said and done