This is a song about "My heart hurts"

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Bun b, i’m underground king

I thought my heart was stopping

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

That's why it hurts, my rhyming, never wrote a mindless verse,

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

So i feel hate in my heart

Die apart with my big ass heart

A working genius, a work of art

You took a bite out of my heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Blasting out some backyard

You will be here in my heart,