This is a song about "No heart"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

A working genius, a work of art

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

No heart, just a mind full of pure evil

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I then sold my heart,no emotions i am giving

Fire's burnin' up my heart, and no broken case

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

From the time that you stole my heart

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

No one puts their heart in these bars for a start, they be demeaning/

There is no question that jodi's heart was touched from god above.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love