This is a song about "Mantra wisdom heart soul love"

Both, my soul and heart up in it

I put some cash in ya pocket

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

If i stop it in it's prime the heart will still be filled with love.

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

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

Pass them a bit of my battling wisdom

I wonder why we take from our women

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I got my heart and soul in remote control

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Damaged my heart and soul just because you want to think of yourself