This is a song about "Hert is broken"

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

When love is broken and you're thrown askew

Like an broken can of mace

It'll last for all these crazy days

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

These shards from the broken mirror

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Streaks are made to broken

Broken beyond repair,

Throw your money in the air