This is a song about "Doubts about love"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Yet the things that i love

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

Heystop running your mouth

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thinkin we had no doubts

A never ending love

I'm breathing for a purpose

She's every love song that i love singing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Show me love show me fuckin love