This is a song about "Love s"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

How simple they are

Bad, just like an 80's car

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I am not the only one

And that´s how it has begun

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Angle these beats like a pentagon