This is a song about "Love your sel"

Yea your gna love my sound

I just might throw a big amount

I need your love like plants need rain,

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

So if it comes down, may the best man win

But am sick in love and your my medication

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Its your loss if you pause, rewind try to catch the flaws, stop and you get no love,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

After all your devotion, showin of emotion, your love potions

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

I'm a knight your a serf, hows that for courtly love.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus