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

Pay dues like a hair salon

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Hope all over again, we can start

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

On my heart you've left a scar

Got tired of running from the police

Like bitch please, if my heart was on my sleeve