This is a song about "Corrupted hearts"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And these shape-shifting hoes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

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

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.