This is a song about "Broken hart"

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Jumped up with a broken back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Formed from a broken promise,

My nigga, its all love

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I am broken beyond repair,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat