This is a song about "Gentle"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

The words you speak more gentle than a newborn's cheek

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

Victim with a pencil, on a special level a rebel you a pebble so gentle

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

And that you're a little mental and you can't be fucking gentle or

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I savior your gentle xxx's like it was only yesterday

Where i from, it get cold

You be gentle i wont

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Reason that gentle men grew to ordinary citizens

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

I cannot even believe you thought i'd go gentle

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I don't want to hurt your feelings so i'm being gentle,