This is a song about "Breakdown"

They hittin me up i wont go into details,

See i be kicking my raps good, with or without sales

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I ruptured her skin with a slick nine inch blade that's made to slay a bitch like this.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

Enormous destruction or quaint celebration?

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Yeah, the sex in the sack

So tell me what they crack

No one-half and i hate math

Its destruction where i pass

They'll see when they cant take the fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown