This is a song about "Cold hearts"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

But they will never reach our hearts,

So not my hearts been patched

They got me trapped

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Hand to hand in the cold

I mean of course just the same old

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms