This is a song about "Aching for love"

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

We writing about love for our nigga above

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis

But workin for the love keep it understood.

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Need i remind you,im do this for everbody i love,

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Bares snacking, faking aching, this feeling isn't mistaken,