This is a song about "Love of parents"

I learned the first lesson of love

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

My criteria ain't even that serious

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

We made love with all sorts of passion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Love of his craft is why he's driven

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Oh lord best get out of here before i get addressed by her parents,

Track of tough love with tattered seems

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Show a level of love for it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit