This is a song about "Brady breaks a ava s heart too many times"

Puts chains all over your heart and treats you like a slave of many

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Too many people around me getting put in a box

But i think i like that, just maybe

So many times i see

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Cops came to our house many times

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Too many times in control and i allowed things to run amok,

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush