This is a song about "He broke his neck and i had to wash his for m"

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Attack a reverend, snap his neck and send that faggot back to heaven

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

All he thought about was tyin that rope round his neck

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

And his father from the shame, had to relinquish his throne..

He let his friend take the fall, for that i should..

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised