This is a song about "All the butts"

I gotta tell you that my love is true

All the good times and all times we said i love you

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

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

Where i from, it get cold

Cause the tickets all sold

She dont have a problem with, with

I threw out all the gifts

// [you can hold all the cards]

You haters put up your guards

He just throws it around

Theres blood all over the ground

The fact that it's all bogus

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

All the the errors of our ways,

Yeah hail mary full of grace