This is a song about "Heart full of pain"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Boot full of the ounces

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Now your gone theres a heart with pain

Like a line full of hoes

Guess i’m different than most

She can make a pimp fall in love

My life was full of bitterness

This towns full of bull shit

Well, i can handle that

With a heart full of hate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

No heart, just a mind full of pure evil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard