This is a song about "I dont love em"

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Dont need no love to get this shit done

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Pleased dont forget me and dont fall in love,

And now it's clear as this promise

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

And love the feeling when you're dissin kids and rip em apart

If i dont get em in the morning then i aint gnna win

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Half of us males dont even love our mate

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Who love to dig deep inside ya fuckin' lyrics and twist 'em,

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Can't win with a passive attack

But i gave 'em love back,