This is a song about "A broken finger"

An anglo-saxon with a broken accent

Carol city or was it the west

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

And he always keeping his finger on a trigger

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

So beat me to the bone

You've got a broken dome

Ignore me because i am a broken child

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Got two black eyes and a broken jaw

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw