This is a song about "Unheard"

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Your last man was semi pro

Kill with skills unheard off like timbuktu/

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Making a movie, spike work

Leave you people unheard.

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Ill never speak a lie its unheard

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

And yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

This a different motor man better go to work

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.