This is a song about "The heart of wilderness"

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And i got the heart of a fighter,

Baby, you know who you are

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

You took a bite out of my heart

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

It's the work of a killer so hungry with heart made of stone

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Well ill show you the true heart of this mc

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark