This is a song about "He got love"

Make love to the beat as he caressed the hot lines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

They slowly showin they colors

But got love for them girls

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

As he grew up he got more confused

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

He try his best to love me, but he promise he'll do better

And all that deep shit i was previously down for