This is a song about "Cold hearts"

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

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

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

Hand to hand in the cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Gotta work - slight work

Both of their hearts are now shattered,

Before you turn too cold

I mean of course just the same old

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms