This is a song about "Heart brea"

Like a small garage in your backyard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Armed with darkness in my heart,

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

But the hood was always in my heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

So i feel hate in my heart

See, where i come from is hard

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

I'm getting emotionless someone give me a heart

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

A working genius, a work of art