This is a song about "Abuse broken hearts lost"

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Streaks are made to broken

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,