This is a song about "Love girl"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

You thought i was a girly girl spitting bout some love tho?

You say you love yo girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I love chilling with you girl you look so fine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Come on girl won't you love me

Lets come up to my city

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm breathing for a purpose

I want a girl to love

Girl i love you that's a sickness

Scholarship for my mistress