This is a song about "Heat broken"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Streaks are made to broken

I pop one, you pop one

Are grieving and broken

Atl was tipping them

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

The drug that they brain need

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

You hating you gone get that heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Broken beyond repair,

I said hey, you right there

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken