This is a song about "Love your song not"

Is love a crime, hope not, i dont wanna get fined

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

She's every love song that i love singing

Your gonna learn how to love it

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

"hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Your fucking weak, you'll never make a song or be featured.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Listen to me this love was not textbook