This is a song about "All of my heart to you"

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

From the time that you stole my heart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

No wonder why when times get hard

You shot right through my heart.

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.