This is a song about "Hart"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat