This is a song about "Broking hearts"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

So here i am at the store for some chips

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Who cares about hearts and love

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Is because of you

Take hearts and rip em in two

So not my hearts been patched

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast