This is a song about "Desert love"

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

A never ending love

Hop off the bus

Wood chain with a jesus

Baby if you want my love

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Yet the things that i love

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

She's every love song that i love singing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing