This is a song about "Broken hearted boy"

Streaks are made to broken

Just a place that they can come

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

In bold, cold- hearted, uphold/

Where i from, it get cold

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

You're beautiful, sweet, nice, caring, and good hearted.

I was told i was cold hearted

And if i'm down with this banging shit