This is a song about "Broken hart"

It's how we put it there

I am broken beyond repair,

You've got a broken dome

And it's well known that rell home

These shards from the broken mirror

She should have invited her

My words are broken, in addition.

Catch you up on places i've been

I'm a son of a gun

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

To show the broken shards

Tire marks, tire marks

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack