This is a song about "Our saviors love"

I'm waiting for emancipation, saviors talk to god,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Bonding over our love for drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

When i look into your eyes i kno our love is really true.

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

How we met was destiny, our love is honestly true.

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I remember we were broke as ever, but love kept our hopes up