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

They don't hear my bark

You shot right through my heart.

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete