This is a song about "Broken string"

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

See, i'm second to no one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

I just had my fucking empathy broken

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Why? coz the silence had to be broken