This is a song about "I just love doing it"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I dont love you im just confused

And getting money is the song i sing

Love was just a word till you gave it real meaning

People call me mental crazy but i think it is called passion for what i am doing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

God, i'm just doing my best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Every day i mourn it/ i wore my love on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it

Cause i guess all this love shit, it just fuckin murders me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party