This is a song about "Women breaking your heart"

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

And breaking the cycle not following your genes

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

It’s just that feeling when your blood pumps straight to your heart,

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Your breaking me down but i still want ya...

Is written in our souls, africa

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

She can only live for the moment

Your heart is speaking out and

That's breaking bad, closest to the crack game that your eyes'll get

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead