This is a song about "Heart of the fighter"

Know give me a head start

You took a bite out of my heart

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Shine brighter than the chain of the strike fighter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart