This is a song about "He loves me"

He told me he could help me write rhymes

Then put it into sex drive

I just blank out

Your throat loves when you shout

She need now, she ain't never needed love

That my tigress loves his highness

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

The critics are calling me conscious

He helps me when i fall

Didn't do a thing at all

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me

The lady loves her will.

For real, a nigga ill