This is a song about "Fiery hearts"

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

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

This is love, nothing else close

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

If you didn't know i feel this way

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

All on the furniture with no regards

So many kind words few kind hearts