This is a song about "Arrow to the heart"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Swear they go hard

She used to have his heart

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Hoping that nobody don't notice

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Can it be a we, i need the key, to your heart.

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go