This is a song about "Heart full of pain"

Full of myself, but still hungry

She going to borrow some money

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

The haters are a stain in my heart, i really feel the pain

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

My personality is full of criminality

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Now your gone theres a heart with pain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

With a heart full of hate

Boot full of the ounces

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs