This is a song about "My love hamed"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I love it when my opponents spit emotionally

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I love my life, and i love my wife

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

My love is no longer,

How simple they are

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Every one love my lyrics

I just want somebody i can see

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

If its not couture, i will not go to her