This is a song about "Love scenes"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

Rewinding the scenes in digital vividly

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I've become immune to you no name haters

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

A flashy king behind the scenes

Everything ain't what it seems

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,