This is a song about "Hart and soul"

Searching for fortune and fame

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Together all the timethought it was true love

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

We're young and we don't give a fuck

And her soul flew down not up,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart