This is a song about "Love all trust a few do wrong to none"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I love the area and all that it do for me

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

So strongly healed by a few, it brings us all relief,

Tryna do me wrong? you made a mistake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Truth, lies, i despise all things but a few

If your man can't keep up wit you

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Has played host to a host of the wrong, known all along though.

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long