This is a song about "Being too in love"

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Now this is what i call an evening

I believed in a higher being.

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I can still call you out without being too specific,

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

It's been too long since my last love song,