This is a song about "Cleanse my heart"

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

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

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

But the hood was always in my heart

Cause this is coming from my heart

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Die apart with my big ass heart

Hope all over again, we can start

A working genius, a work of art

It's colder the darkness in my heart

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

You shot right through my heart.

So i feel hate in my heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Where i could scream my bars straight out my heart/

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part