This is a song about "Lifeless hearts"

I love you and im sorry then her eyes closed as he is holding her lifeless

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

Would have came back for you

Take hearts and rip em in two

It's just textbook stuff

Who cares about hearts and love

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Peep life through the iris of the lifeless

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Hearts beat hard but pulse is steady