This is a song about "Broke my haert"

That i was broke as fuck, driving 'roun in my truck.

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

I broke my knee and they still laugh at me

Its like my rep's stacked, then fellow and broke my back

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Is my ammunition, your so broke you cant pay for tuition.

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Y'all can't stick to no g code

And i'm convinced we're broke,