This is a song about "Love all the playas"

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Keep all the love, now let the defendant answer the questions/

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

We made love with all sorts of passion

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

To love me at all at all

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

All because i can't feel love

Trust they seen enough

Thinkin on the days when our love was all that,

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat