This is a song about "What s on my heart"

Not likely like stay long please

Like bitch please, if my heart was on my sleeve

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

That's motivation, my people living wicked