This is a song about "Torn"

For every bars that were torn down and suffocated by police like a constrictor

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Fuck that now trying get the money

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

My home girl told me i got an issue

Dont touch it or get torn in two

And i been torn in half, ever since the day i gave a fuck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

Drinking smoking gettin torn up, anything i can to get my flow up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her