This is a song about "One love to the man in my circle"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Every one love my lyrics

Have a party at my funeral

I'm flowing in a circle

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

To be able to show my love in person.

I can do better without you

The one that tells you my love is true