This is a song about "Broken gorl after break up"

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Woke up in a cold sweat and told the girl we had to break up

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Make up and break up but no more repeat

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Couldn't stand up after abusing dope and shit

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust