This is a song about "Love and matthew realest niggas slive"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And is ready for love section

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

But in the end you niggas will either love me or slay me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

And theres no one showin me love

But you hate them navel kisses

And they say we don't know love

It's just textbook stuff

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Love reefer and love sneaker above those