This is a song about "The missing segment in my heart"

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The haters are a stain in my heart, i really feel the pain

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

From the time that you stole my heart

Cause i got that skill in my mind, got the rhythm in my heart

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

So i feel hate in my heart

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

It's colder the darkness in my heart

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

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