This is a song about "He s my love"

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

But it's still cool just to dream man because

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I broke mama heart with no college

I love my dick like i love my bitch

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Baseball is my first love

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I'm larry david, gimme my paper