This is a song about "First aid for broken leg"

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

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

Now for a story of broken bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Cause when i get done you might need more than a first-aid kit

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I'll call a installer for your broken face

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,