This is a song about "I love the booty"

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

A couple children i can raise who actually love the world,

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Plus i love the limelight, who wouldn't if they love rhymes right, but i want more

And now it's clear as this promise

Just up and leave - the bitch that i love.

I hate my design but roll with the love

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces