This is a song about "New hearts"

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Now we got to heal cause you gotten our hearts broke

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

I got these tats all on my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So here i am at the store for some chips

Shallow life deep conversations hearts in ruins

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

I come to win your hearts

Tire marks, tire marks