This is a song about "Loves"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

To liberate yourselves, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

He loves his fans an demands they understand how i've been

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

She loves it when i rap in to her ear

I don't know, obviously i disappear