This is a song about "What makes me love uncle kev and aunt viv"

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

They calling me the hottest in the game

And the way they ended up makes me want to shout

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

And i know love me baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Love aint a game but you played me what a shame,