This is a song about "This ain t love"

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

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Top dropped down, black on black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I love doing damage, i love going savage, i'ma pulverize this faggot