This is a song about "Love aint like sex"

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And people call me a user, but i want you

Like sex, we the best in this business too

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin life off love like rebecca

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

But i aint sick i did love you

I really love my miami crew

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.