This is a song about "Confessing your love"

Yea your gna love my sound

Can't seem to find a solid ground

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

I need your love like plants need rain,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Done showed you to much skill damnit when i get to confessing,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

I'm a knight your a serf, hows that for courtly love.

Love your wicked ways got you fucking for days

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You can love your life but life won't love you back so passionately

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin