This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument