This is a song about "Broke my haert"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

I broke my knee and they still laugh at me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

My words are dope as fuck like absurd cars broke when they struck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

#so. go off the dome, #like, my #cranium #broke, yo.

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead