This is a song about "Broken crown"

I drive that all around

I don't want no fucking crown

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

Run down these clowns, who be beefin' tryna take my crown

Are grieving and broken

Flyer then the rest of them

Streaks are made to broken

Something wicked this way come

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Broken beyond repair,

Park my plane right there

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

She shuts the room down

Smack down and i got the crown