This is a song about "Injured heart"

Blasting out some backyard

You will be here in my heart,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

No wonder why when times get hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

That saturday night when you kissed my heart

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I loved you with all my heart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Relax bitch-don't take it to heart

These lyrics come from the heart

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

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

A working genius, a work of art

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction