This is a song about "Love struck"

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Solid to fair, ... man i struck again, mucking around in a hammick and, come

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

A never ending love

It's just textbook stuff

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

She's every love song that i love singing

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

My words are dope as fuck like absurd cars broke when they struck

So let me tell you about this guy

He struck gold, words an everlasting high

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Get struck by their thunder, you'll go through cruel suffer

If improvin rap's a blunder, let me get struck by thunder

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer