This is a song about "Love break up"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

So were going to break it down and build it up for ya

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Noone could break our love, it was rock hard

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough

Slaughter someone caught up in my way, yeah you gotta love

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science