This is a song about "Two hearts"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Puttin two and two together

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

I got these tats all on my arms

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Only kids at the time, but our hearts were not under

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles