This is a song about "No love"

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

It's just textbook stuff

// [bitch you get (no love)]

'cuz no matter the weather, yo, it's all the same love

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

No room for love, just consumed by hate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Third ward general, young cash money

That theres no one to love me

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

No glasses, love at first sight

Love for no other emcee, no room for affection/

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

And theres no one showin me love

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because