L.O.V.E

Dear black man, I love you, but fuck you

It's the way you make me want to sit back, relax in your hands

The insurance reassuring you all talk in the end

Sometimes you can handle it, and sometimes you can't

But when it comes to knit and grit, you want to fight bout a pan

What's up with all these niggas blaming they bullshit on they mans

Like, oh that's him, get your nigga, why don't y'all understand

Fuck you talking bout, finna let this nigga make you look bad

But y'all fight for us though, y'all can keep it

You're choosiness it is speaking, you only fight on the weekend, love us selectively