This is a song about "Broken body build a new"

And by the way i'mma start

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Like a broken record i cannot be played

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

Would you like to build a snowman

This should be illegal man

Do i know me? this plush body with a broken soul that i call home,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

And feel a shockwave through body,

I got the right to be cocky

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

And build the beginning of better brains with a bit of belief.