This is a song about "Only with my heart"

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

They don't hear the bark

You shot right through my heart.

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Writing from my heart, never end with dark

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,

Playing with my heart, saying

Why not me the same thing

Heart filled with hatred and fear, stole a car to get my mind clear,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear