This is a song about "The advenue"

Where the fuck the chorus

All we need is convienient love

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You left your nigga on his own

As the king upon the throne

Down the street to the car,

That gal want me ride har

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case