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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

Its the struggle we got gotta

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Both of their hearts are now shattered,

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the