This is a song about "Cold hearts"

But they will never reach our hearts,

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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

Took me a while just to write those

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Even though his hearts so cold the story he told was practically practical

Dollar sign belt buckle, im your uncle who will never stumble

Hearts beat hard but pulse is steady

Now don’t it sound legendary

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I got these tats all on my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards