This is a song about "Broken son"

Magic city tipping them

Streaks are made to broken

Are grieving and broken

From start until explosion

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

My drive is like no one

Streaks are made to broken

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

To be throwing the hand’s son”

So i ended up all alone

You've got a broken dome

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them