This is a song about "All the broken hearts in the world still beat"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

If the world still the same its nothing else but the talk

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Long as she come to me first

It is a beat, heard around the world,

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Dark hearts mixed in with the good of heart

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The whole world with the fact that i am still the best

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead