This is a song about "Broken condoms"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Like an broken can of mace

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Used condoms, got a closed door, titanium foursome cause i was tired boredom,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system