This is a song about "Love on how we meet and we never depart"

And we so used to being villains that we never listen

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

We do what we love cause we love what we do,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

Must be something you want me to see

Souls of brothers and mothers that live on, we never do miss ém,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Following her in every street hopen we could meet

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Because you know how we rhyme on this beat is rough,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

Lies, tangled with fiction

And we never missin'