This is a song about "Love"

Yet the things that i love

I feel my work ain't enough

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

She's every love song that i love singing

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Or now they don't praise enough

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

That's that computer love

But you hate them navel kisses

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

She's every love song that i love singing

Pocket racked up all big faces

Talking about big love