This is a song about "We got the hearts of fighters"

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Their hearts that played along, they got weighted and failed,

Shit with our whole family

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

All the things to be closer when it just ends up to ten and some men who can't even pick up a pen

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

, cuz we're a wild pack of lunatics, we got nice kicks, and man we give the

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Its the struggle we got gotta