This is a song about "Broken condom"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Formed from a broken promise,

Amen, they say you only live once

I got a condom and i know how to use it

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

That's like saying one condom fits all different sized dicks.

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I just had my fucking empathy broken

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them