This is a song about "Your love has perfected"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Your time has come, i'm still rare, you're fairly well done

So tell me has your heart been hurled

She wanted to fight at first

I need your love like plants need rain,

I wanted the money and never the fame

That rap game, although changed, has given true love a shot.

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Lost the plot, your honor rots cause god has sent me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

This has never happened to me before/ our love started to explore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door