This is a song about "The heart crying"

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

Then you showed the smoked and pretended you was crying

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

But the hood was always in my heart

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

If you stop crying, you can hear all the boos

Be the little kid crying on the bench

I speak english but check my french

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

These lyrics come from the heart

A working genius, a work of art