This is a song about "Foundation of our tower of love"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

Half of us males dont even love our mate

And i could see you coming home after work late

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Show a level of love for it

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Alcohol and booty calls

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free