This is a song about "Boy with the broken halo"

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I give you a halo to reach on the picture placed on your tombstone

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Leave with their minds broken learned an addiction

You haters put up your guards

To show the broken shards

An anglo-saxon with a broken accent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you