This is a song about "Rap satanist thinking that they are kings the constant reconstruction of broken wings but your love s gone viral you ve broken through my firewall loves a broken mirror so don t worry about me fuckin your sister"

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Niggas in the street scared

My broken heart you could mend

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

And hold it so it's on-point, then beat you 'till your broken bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Forgot the consequences but fuck the feminine pussies, they're only here because of a broken condom,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Are grieving and broken

So now she picks up the gun