This is a song about "Travels of the heart"

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Rub the wood and ima show em love

To protect him on his travels

It ain't about the size of the man, just the heart of the fighter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And i got the heart of a fighter,

Omo niaja get em' higher

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

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

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

That's the results of you betta stay back, you can't rap heart attack.

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Dark hearts mixed in with the good of heart