This is a song about "Break in up"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wake up for god sake your break time is over

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

From the projects to the penthouse

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars