This is a song about "Broken hearts"

See, i'm second to no one

Streaks are made to broken

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Niggas talk with limited service

Who cares about hearts and love

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

Just a place that they can come

Streaks are made to broken

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,