This is a song about "Broken swing"

Scene set with me on the swing sets

As we give up our debts

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

The pendulum swing it's not a dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Streaks are made to broken

What up girl, tell me how you been

Formed from a broken promise,

On the slow jam of love

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

My words are broken, in addition.

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

I got something you've been waiting for

These shards from the broken mirror