This is a song about "Hearts"

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Both of their hearts are now shattered,

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

All on the furniture with no regards

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts