This is a song about "Love farts"

This is love, nothing else close

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

But i've got the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm breathing for a purpose

I really tried to show love

Wood chain with a jesus

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

// [bitch you get (no love)]

And now it's clear as this promise

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

But i've got all the farts, well contained

She dealing with killa so you love her taste