This is a song about "Bottom of my heart"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Damaged my heart and soul just because you want to think of yourself

Uh, i writing started from the bottom now my pen like lightning

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Plottin' don’t even worry

And a part of my heart never leaves us, i hope that my weeps and regrets

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Armed with darkness in my heart,