This is a song about "He got love"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

Make love to the beat as he caressed the hot lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

As he grew up he got more confused

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

That happen to act like a black president

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him

How could he do that to those who he claims to love,

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus