This is a song about "Dont want to let you go"

Cause i dont want you to be stocking me in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

If loving you is wrong, than i dont want to be right.

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

I'd like to help you but i dont want to smother

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

I dont want you to miss this

When i get to warwick avenue

Even haters dont want to know you

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

And real bitches don't respect you

I dont know what you want me to do,

You just gotta let it go ha easy for you to say

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away