This is a song about "Broken hand summer"

So now she picks up the gun

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

If i should die before i wake

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Streaks are made to broken

My drive is like no one

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Streaks are made to broken

But girl you got me open