This is a song about "This ain t love"

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

I know you love singing listen to this

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

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

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

This his highness signing off, love circling absurdities

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Need i remind you,im do this for everbody i love,

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

No one notice your struggle

This love and hate are my arsenal,