This is a song about "Kingdom hearts"

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Comes the king back to day one, thy kingdom come

You haters put up your guards

I come to win your hearts

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Miami nights, made a couple grand

So not my hearts been patched