This is a song about "Broken promises blues"

I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

And i know that you're open

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Streaks are made to broken

They like talk to em young

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Yet i forgot the promises i made