This is a song about "My bestfriend got a broken heart"

Help me stay driven, my heart is a private club you just got admission,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

(ball so hard) got a broken clock, rolleys that don't tick tock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

You've got a broken dome

They blowing up my phone

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them