This is a song about "No heart"

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

A youngen with no heart was born with a head with no brain attached/

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

These lyrics come from the heart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Il tear your heart out cause aint no one gon pop me,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

(plexus) no heart in the game like works overdue