This is a song about "Yo you keep breaking heart"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Go ahead keep trying bitch i am besting yo

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Keep yo bitch the kitchen, you know she be bitchin'

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

But yo you've got a heart, even though you will attract static,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Know give me a head start

You shot right through my heart.

Yeah.....uh huh. we gonna keep it real yo.

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though