This is a song about "Migranes and chest pains"

Ima go on this rapping quest and find the fucking golden chest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Open and take your heart out of your chest

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

But i dont never play

When the pains will go away

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

The heat'll leave you pleadin and defeated with pains and sores

Open his chest and watch as his heart is circulating blood threw his artery's all ways rotating,

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Come and test i'll remove what's inside that chest,