This is a song about "No love ain t got shit to lose"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Fuck it, i got nothing to lose/

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Its your call i can't make you chose ,risk risk you got nothing to lose,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

(i suppose) damn right you do! what else do you got to lose?/

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better