This is a song about "Travels of the heart"

Feeling the warmth. and hearing the beat of your heart. feeling your skin.

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

These lyrics come from the heart

They don't hear the bark

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Dark hearts mixed in with the good of heart

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Bending time, my mind travels at the speed of light

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Born as a dragon with the heart of a snake

No wonder why when times get hard

Of a woman with a broken heart.