This is a song about "Broken hearts"

Finish line with the tire marks

I come to win your hearts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

More money that mean less sleep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

But they will never reach our hearts,

Who cares about hearts and love

It's just textbook stuff

Like they not gon' stare

Broken beyond repair,

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit