This is a song about "Broken swing"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Streaks are made to broken

And i know that you're open

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Let's have a toast for this new love

Formed from a broken promise,