This is a song about "Ring of hearts"

So not my hearts been patched

600 benz, house six hundred grand

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I sing nd let it ring

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

Both of their hearts are now shattered,

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

But they will never reach our hearts,