"Love"
Please explain it to me
I swear I'm tired of pseudo tough guys complainin' to me
Okay let me see
It's clear I wrote a song for my misses right
You think I give a damn if it's the only joint you didn't like?
You actin' over zealous
I think these homie's jealous
Sorry, I don't dedicate songs to lonely fellas
So tell me how it's gay to write a song about my girl?
You suspect, that ain't how I'm rollin' in my world
And ruffnecks on Youtube spittin' for all dudes
Theis shit is sweet? Tell me what do they call you?
And in some of your rhymes you pause your own lyrics
We don't love these hoes but I love my niggas

Ayo. C'mon dawg. What are you doin'?

[Verse Two]:
Are love songs gay?
Or maybe y'all belong in a closet
Cause most of y'all rap shit is homoerotic
And most kick the rhymes to impress the guys
And then down the chicks, man y'all sound like dicks
A whole lot of sword fightin', these jocks is sorry
The game has become a fuckin' sausage party
Y'all can miss me with that
I ain't gettin' with that
Do your thug thizzle, I'mma keep spittin' my raps about
"Love"
The strongest force known to mankind
The reason real folks around the world can stand rhymes
So call me 'soft' then kiss my ass
Cause after all my 'love rhymes' you can't kick my ass
I'mma rap about my woman till the cows come home
Worry 'bout your own rhymes, leave my style alone
That's that best said by the homie N.A.S
I'd rather be sucker for love than a sucker for death
Ya know