This is a song about "Broken collarbones"

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Streaks are made to broken

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My words are broken, in addition.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I pop one, you pop one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Something wicked this way come

Streaks are made to broken

Girl listen, trying to position

And from the broken twin

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Broken them down, they gotta tow