This is a song about "Fiery hearts"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Shallow life deep conversations hearts in ruins

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Tire marks, tire marks

I come to win your hearts

Now we got to heal cause you gotten our hearts broke

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Take hearts and rip em in two

I call em up, they might fall through