This is a song about "Fucking love ya"

Ya love it gone admit it

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

See these lights got me on another level

Bullets coming at ya fucking head like ya mental

She might be goin' home with me tonight

You will fucking love the ride

I don't need ya' love nigga it's too late,

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Fucking ya own sister in her sleep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die