This is a song about "Fuck of love"

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Where you belong with your family

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Niggas talk with limited service

I'm the type of kid that always mocks love,

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

And what i done just ain't enough

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Of me, you don't have to love me nor fuck me, cause i just be

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Keep me out of danger and make me love

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love