This is a song about "Forbidden love"

I feel my work ain't enough

Baby if you want my love

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This drake shit should be forbidden, it ain't hot, it got me nippin'.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

She's every love song that i love singing