This is a song about "Repair"

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

My conduct needs repair

Park my plane right there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I am broken beyond repair,

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I'm lost and gone beyond repair,

And never should you tear