This is a song about "Bruised heart"

I'm everything that they call nice

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

From the time that you stole my heart.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

But i choose not to use em, fools get bruised

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Leave you bruised and bloody then you wind up in the gutter

See, where i come from is hard

She used to have his heart

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I was beat up bruised went through hell seems like my whole life

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise