This is a song about "Love all of you"

And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

No love at all no love for my natives at all

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Were we can grasp control of you all

Mirror mirror on the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

Were we can grasp control of you all

Cause my thing something vicious

All because i can't feel love

All of you will crumble

A criminal grind mean hustle

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

After all your devotion, showin of emotion, your love potions