This is a song about "Leya and reece s love"

And they say we don't know love

It's just textbook stuff

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure