This is a song about "Heart breakers"

But the hood was always in my heart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

These lyrics come from the heart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Armed with darkness in my heart,

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

Gave me a burn on my hurting heart

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

No gimmick: real time, real heart

No wonder why when times get hard