This is a song about "Broken up"

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Shes broken up into little pieces scattered and thrown away

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Please correct me, stretch marks

To show the broken shards

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

These shards from the broken mirror

Said when i do dirt wit her

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun