This is a song about "Flawed"

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Dreams are a privilege, cause reality is flawed

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Or ethanol intoxication, alcohol rules this flawed nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

You're startin' shit you can't back up, your wack ass rappin' is flawed

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

It's getting just a bit ridiculously flawed

This is were we can see that it is flawed

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad