This is a song about "The heart of wilderness"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Feeling the warmth. and hearing the beat of your heart. feeling your skin.

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

These lyrics come from the heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

You took the heart of me

Walk that body, talk that body

You took a bite out of my heart

No wonder why when times get hard