This is a song about "Broken face"

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

These shards from the broken mirror

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are broken, in addition.

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

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

Streaks are made to broken

Yeah i ain't done

You're very attractive, and notice that

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

I just had my fucking empathy broken

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them