This is a song about "Unheard"

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Leave you people unheard.

Nigga, fuck the world

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.

Before a nigga finish put in the work

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

I just call it …remember all the dough

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Ill never speak a lie its unheard

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world