This is a song about "Love all of you"

Were we can grasp control of you all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

You gone love it,all you must do is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

All the good times and all times we said i love you

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

"i love you" he said on top of the balcony floor

You write about love and you think you above all of

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

All of you will crumble

I'm on the block as usual