This is a song about "Love hearts"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

I can feel your heart beating fast

So not my hearts been patched

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Hearts beat hard but pulse is steady

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Take hearts and rip em in two

I can't ever change without you

Now we got to heal cause you gotten our hearts broke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips