This is a song about "Injured heart"

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

I clap shit-aim at your heart

I loved you with all my heart

Blasting out some backyard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

They don't hear my bark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Relax bitch-don't take it to heart

You shot right through my heart.

And by the way i'mma start

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart

Hope all over again, we can start

Cause this is coming from my heart

See, where i come from is hard