This is a song about "Love hearts"

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

I come to win your hearts

Finish line with the tire marks

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So many kind words few kind hearts

Please correct me, stretch marks

Shout out my nigga miles

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat