This is a song about "Infinitive vs prepositions"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Once the message released

It was the streak vs the beast

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

And please never disrespect my set

Vs me taking a step

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

It's definitive, my love is equally infinitive, your potentially is unlimited.