This is a song about "Canvas of love boys whatever omg"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

A canvas that answers that i can't get enough of you/

Yeah i wrote sweet lyrics of our love

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But i think i like that, just maybe

Boys tell me they love me

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I learned the first lesson of love

Walk of with whatever i have including the phalanges of course

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash