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

While you starin' over your shoulder

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

Of a woman with a broken heart.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Before she sends my ass into heaven with a halo,there won't be a tomorrow