This is a song about "I got no fucking love"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Love your wicked ways got you fucking for days

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Ma i fucking love you

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

I do it cause i love it, it ain't no complication

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And word i blew off herb i grew

I got the best you fucking dyke jew

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time