This is a song about "Champions of my heart"

With a heart full of hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Everyday lay it out with all my heart

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

This for my niggas that really rap hard

From the time that you stole my heart

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

Cause this is coming from my heart

No wonder why when times get hard

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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