This is a song about "Heart scarred"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Know give me a head start

These lyrics come from the heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Scarred me for life and i'm supposed to be coping,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Until then we can live with our scarred aches

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last