This is a song about "Breaking shit"

No one there, no one breaking my fall/

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Your always breaking glass

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Breaking cigarillos, got a trunk fulla kilos