This is a song about "That s why i love you"

Yet the things that i love

Trust they seen enough

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I love you baby, wanna know why? cause you let me lie in your lap and cry

Why you don't feel a little love for me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

She going to borrow some money

And i know that you would love to be

Cause when i make this stew

And show you that i love you

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Your love in my chest, why was i thinking this way?