This is a song about "The truh"

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever since then i had no job

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news