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

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I can only love you when you’re undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

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

I put my heart on the line and you took the bait

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait