This is a song about "Hearts being wild creatures"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Why can't these creatures just up and die like they're supposed to?

Niggas talk with limited service

Who cares about hearts and love

I was young and running wild,

Cause i’m back on my grind

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Myth creatures deceive us

I'm just trying to focus

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

But they will never reach our hearts,

Finish line with the tire marks