This is a song about "Crab love"

It's just textbook stuff

Talking about big love

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

I know the world been waiting for that

They said man just quit this crab

So while you worry about the hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

She's every love song that i love singing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But you hate them navel kisses

I really tried to show love

That will be enough

That's that computer love

Then i said i had enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]