This is a song about "Noah my love"

I said i'm hurting her

My love is no longer,

Trust they seen enough

Baby if you want my love

Hey, must be the money

Long as my bitches love me

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

I love to pull out my gun

I'm caged up in state prison

I get my cake; i love hip hop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Every one love my lyrics

Blew money like six crips

I'm breathing for a purpose

Get a call from my mom, one love/