This is a song about "Kyle wilson"

Yup! its my desire

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

This guy's a softy, this ain't willie nelson music

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

We in the big thingseat a dick man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Whats up, my name is ryan,

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

They say with identity comes purpose

So you might wanna stay away from me while i got this kind of desire/

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts