This is a song about "Physicality of love"

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I'm why baby mamas leave

Track of tough love with tattered seems

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Making love to a professor of divinity

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Yeah i wrote sweet lyrics of our love

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

While i'm making history

Hoes love me because of my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops