This is a song about "How did we break"

God dammit.. how the fuck did we get hit?

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

When you ask me how i perform these rhymes, i just did

How did i get trapped within, confined

Now walk to it with your land mind

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.