This is a song about "Heart and mine are one"

I gonna say it one more time all the legacy is mine.

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

If i can't have your heart then mine i will pawn.

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Like the dollars sign, my words i call are mine

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick