This is a song about "Heart of the fighter"

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

It ain't about the size of the man, just the heart of the fighter

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

Well ill show you the true heart of this mc

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

For the most part those blocks get bogart

You took a bite out of my heart