This is a song about "His love"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

This his highness signing off, love circling absurdities

I pop one, you pop one

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Show me love show me fuckin love

Wood chain with a jesus

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Love up she threw up in his era

Baseball is my first love

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Then i said i had enough

Baby if you want my love

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly