This is a song about "Lifeless hearts"

Shallow life deep conversations hearts in ruins

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Peep life through the iris of the lifeless

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Niggas that guided me through

Take hearts and rip em in two

So many kind words few kind hearts

All on the furniture with no regards

I come to win your hearts

Tire marks, tire marks