This is a song about "Broken h"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Are grieving and broken

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Streaks are made to broken

Baby you're the one

Broken beyond repair,

Dmv they know me well