This is a song about "Four loving hearts"

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

But you hate them navel kisses

Who cares about hearts and love

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They fucking me and loving me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening