This is a song about "Torn acl"

Much fine ill n torn not like no prigs it's eager beaver

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

And it was complex how my friends and me got torn away,

Cause if i was sober i'd have torn the ground from under you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Who would have ever guessed he was torn and broken?

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces