This is a song about "Compelling love"

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Who cares about hearts and love

Yet the things that i love

Pocket racked up all big faces

She's every love song that i love singing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

And now it's clear as this promise

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

// [bitch you get (no love)]

See i'm breathing for a purpose