This is a song about "About his love"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And i'm supposed to love you after yesterday, when you sucked his?

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Immature kid, worry about his own shit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Love up she threw up in his era

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Maybe his hopes were nothing to care about, nothing to excite.