This is a song about "Broken home"

Huh, a metaphor of course

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Streaks are made to broken

And it weighs a ton

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Car seats got screens in them

Are grieving and broken

Tire marks, tire marks

To show the broken shards

Here i go again, searching for love

Formed from a broken promise,

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

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic