This is a song about "Foreign love"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

And i can't help but notice

I was feeling like "it's love"

That will be enough

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

I feel my work ain't enough

Talking about big love

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Cause this nigga done got jealous

// [bitch you get (no love)]