This is a song about "Four loving hearts"

But they will never reach our hearts,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

All on the furniture with no regards

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

I'm the answer like four

Not one j got a pair or more

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Live from the lamont's rose