This is a song about "Friends and broken promises"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Fire's burnin' up my heart, and no broken case

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Thanks for achieving all the promises

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

Your family and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments