This is a song about "Broken up"

Niggas in the street scared

My broken heart you could mend

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

These shards from the broken mirror

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

After the club, gettin you open

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

My words are broken, in addition.

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin