This is a song about "The bae"

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there could never be peace

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I bring the heat like the

She acting all extra

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Where the fuck the chorus

On the slow jam of love