This is a song about "My love for kaleo"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Another time for the thugs that need love

No love at all no love for my natives at all

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

I love rap, because it's light, for my eyes,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

They love me, for the d,

Shit with our whole family

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

And to all my people struggling out there this is for yall, one love

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me