This is a song about "Love confession"

And what i done just ain't enough

Who cares about hearts and love

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

See i'm breathing for a purpose

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

My flow is somethin like a church and every verse a confession nigga!

All because i can't feel love

I wouldn't be famous

I got a confession to make,but see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Tryna get a confession i'm no criminal i just had to learn a lesson

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom