This is a song about "Fiery hearts"

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Rats get mouse trapped

So not my hearts been patched

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

I got these tats all on my arms

Is because of you

Take hearts and rip em in two

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Who cares about hearts and love

Or know them testament verses

Finish line with the tire marks

But they will never reach our hearts,