This is a song about "Cupid s broken arrow"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Streaks are made to broken

Shit, we don't believe none of them

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

They vaguely decipher my language

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

They had a hell of a run

Are grieving and broken