This is a song about "Giving all my love"

Giving me words to help it all make sense

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

Revelations say you either fry or fly

And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

No love at all no love for my natives at all

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

And to all my people struggling out there this is for yall, one love