This is a song about "Crappy love"

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

She's every love song that i love singing

// [bitch you get (no love)]

That would be enough

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Show me love show me fuckin love

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

I never smiled as a juvenile

Or now they don't praise enough

A never ending love

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

So here i am at the store for some chips

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills