This is a song about "Broken"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And from the broken twin

Tryna find the one

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I just had my fucking empathy broken

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Jumped up with a broken back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Broken them down, they gotta tow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Broken beyond repair,

You appear as if you care

Like an broken can of mace

Henny in my cup don't need no chase