This is a song about "When love start to die"

We hustle to survive

And when i start to rise

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

When our final hours die down, to fend

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

That is when my rhymes condense and start to become more enlightened

When my dome starts / it goes far/ then wont start to quit

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Moments when the way to love was buried and twisted

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Love to me wasn't fun, i didn't know love when i was young,