This is a song about "Broken promises blues"

Broken beyond repair,

Right, now you say you don't care

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Hoes row got beans in them

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Streaks are made to broken

And i know that you're open

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Promises that had us left assured

Streaks are made to broken

I'm a son of gun

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,