This is a song about "Flawed"

Or ethanol intoxication, alcohol rules this flawed nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

This is were we can see that it is flawed

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Dreams are a privilege, cause reality is flawed

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

It's getting just a bit ridiculously flawed

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog