This is a song about "Love mates"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Who cares about hearts and love

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Baby if you want my love

I feel my work ain't enough

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

That's that computer love

It's just textbook stuff