This is a song about "Letting go of love"

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Track of tough love with tattered seems

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

And when we're on the mic and emotions letting go…

Icouldnt let my dad go , so love for me was never exposed/

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

This hip hop shit we love so much won't ever go adrift

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

We made love with all sorts of passion

First sceneproducers pointin' like action