This is a song about "Kingsley breaking his arm"

Breaking my back for that minimum wage,angry like a lion biting through his cage,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

And getting money is the song i sing

Disease carrier breaking down barriers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

And there's little to be glad for

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

We'll rest 'till dawn, words are weapons, megatron's weapon arm,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

She can only live for the moment

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and