This is a song about "I denise whittier would love to win a breville scraper mixer pro stand mixer from ann reardon"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

It's a game, and i plan to win it

A nigga predisposed to be a pro with prose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Shit with our whole family

And i know that you would love to be

I can't love you less. to stop would be even harder.

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Cause i would love to live life warm, even when it's colder/

Unfortunately its different from where i stand

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Man, i would love to just date her

No homo, just admire the power