This is a song about "Breaks"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Dro got me accelerating, breaks fail fish tail might not even make it

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

The only smile that will surface is when all hell breaks loose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

When when the economy of america breaks