This is a song about "I should have followed my heart"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Should have took some precaution now its costin me my conscious

I shine, you shine, so we shine

I have nobodys heart but mine

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You downs-syndrome syphilitic bitch- you should have feared my viciousness

And by this i meant, i should have said,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

I start my incision, my heart unforgiven

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

So i feel hate in my heart

Hit you with a "oh my" followed by a "god damn"

Real niggas never hate another man