This is a song about "My love has been crashed and heart is die"

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Music is my life, and it's my first love

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Your right to rhyme has been evoked, this is a rain storm and you've been soaked.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.

So tell me has your heart been hurled

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world