This is a song about "Dead heart"

No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Im trying to see her in bed

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

These lyrics come from the heart

Even when my dreams are dead

Like sally mae on college debt

You shot right through my heart.

No wonder why when times get hard

Probably die getting some head

Like night of the living dead