This is a song about "Heart of the fighter"

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Your heart is as cold as the middle of december

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

To them it's just a story

You took the heart of me

Like a small garage in your backyard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring