This is a song about "Love about her"

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Her love is like a drug

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Only when were gonna make love n about to undress,

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

How could you love her and

And get caught, in the moment

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

You write about love and you think you above all of