This is a song about "Broken swing"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

My words are broken, in addition.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

These shards from the broken mirror

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

I’m effervescent, just ask them