This is a song about "Love you mam"

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Where i'm from they is ruthless

And show you that i love you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You know i love you right,

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

This love will make you levitate

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Baby you know i love you

What preceded was the clue