This is a song about "Broken rings"

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Streaks are made to broken

Most of them niggas dumb

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Streaks are made to broken

So the ones eye has freak don't run

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Not king james, these were coke kings

And punches thrown with metal rings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

I pop one, you pop one