This is a song about "Love from hipsters"

And it makes you feel insecure, there's no love from the guys,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

They get no love from me

We like to party

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Speakers on, from wu-tang to pendulum, i love this sound

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Pocket racked up all big faces

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Love rapping love sneakers above those

So while you worry about the hoes

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Got love from the hood so it's all good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look