This is a song about "A firbiden love"

Making love to a professor of divinity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And realized that life's a bitch, and that gives you no love

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Who knew love could be such a burden

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

My love is a masterpeace to thrive in

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Pocket racked up all big faces

I want a girl to love

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Casue to love without a purpose

A never ending love

I feel my work ain't enough