This is a song about "Boris and giselle love eachother"

And they say we don't know love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

And is ready for love section

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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

And show you that i love you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy