This is a song about "Our lovw"

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

When you ask for our help it will be our payback

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Expanding our chances

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

... that our existence is troubled

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Waterspoutin our despicable

Staring at our figures

That's why i here whispers

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven