This is a song about "Love verse"

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

They cant take the shit in each verse

She always comin back

Rehearsed the verse on pad

To every verse of my rap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I delete they history

Placed a verse taken quickly

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

She always in my mind when i write every single verse.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Lyricists will commit suicide for just half a verse,

So its time for verse two

I really love my miami crew

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Here i go again another fucking verse