This is a song about "Robyn hart"

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart