This is a song about "Rodney love"

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Talking about big love

Like pippen' beaming scotty his back up was rodney

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Where i'm from they is ruthless

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Then i said i had enough

Who cares about hearts and love

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

It's just textbook stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

That's that computer love

That will be enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]