This is a song about "Migranes and chest pains"

Ill put a spear through your chest and have hutch do the rest,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Your neck and face from your chest and waist

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Obsessed to get it in my chest and get higher