True Love?

[Verse 1]
This cutie named Sabrina with the pretty face
Used to chase her heavy in the eighth grade
Brother drove a Chevy cause' he stayed paid
Fast life where money comes and leaves quick
Like calling into work when you ain't even sick
Demons picked this lady as their baby, right
She choose a different boy, then she would stay the night
Still a youngin' in the middle, caught up in the game of life
Situations, mega strife; intimidating, playin' types
Losing grip of reality, fall as shit
Feeding of the negative that was surrounding it
I'm livin' it to the limit, more like livin' counterfeit
Speadin' for a age, racing to a young grave
Sniffin' and shootin' she found a dude who was then recruitin'
Fill a mental with pollution, left her with a contusion
Bruises and then he's cruisin'
Boozin' with different muses
She felt ashamed and foolish, he can come back when he chooses
She's asking, "Why do you do this?"
Thought our love had been the truest, just for asking stupid questions that left her eye the bluest
How could one be so clueless? Love is deep and doesn't flu us like what's foolish, now she's back with homie using and abusing

[Hook]
She's poppin' that pussy, making it juicy for a nigga
She love to get attention but hate the bruises that he give her
This life is a struggle, do deep in puddles, blood is drippin'
That loser don't love you if he controlling the decisions
She's poppin' that pussy, making it juicy for a nigga
And she love to the attention
Cause' life was so cool
But it went south
Love went out the window once he punched you in the mouth
Man, that shit ain't cool

[Verse 2]
Love is blind and so will you be with a swollen eye
It's never worth it for the Rover and the gucci purses
These a purchase and room service
Claiming virgin for the higher price to lay the pipe, it's so absurd
Nervous is the John, shakin' while you're on the collar, though
As the brother spinnin', high on marijuana smoke
Kickin' down the door you catchin' charges on some bullshit
Stay unquiet in the box cause' homie keeps them full clips
The day they set you free is the day they wrote your eulogy
Now you back on the streets, using and sellin' Pete
There's other ways to make you money
Yeah, this life is crummy, great relations plummet, broken promise taste the same as vomit

[Hook]
She's poppin' that pussy, making it juicy for a nigga
She love to get attention but hate the bruises that he give her
This life is a struggle, do deep in puddles, blood is drippin'
That loser don't love you if he's controlling the decisions
She's poppin' that pussy, making it juicy for a nigga
And she love to the attention
Cause' life was so cool
But it went south
Love went out the window once he punched you in the mouth
Man, that shit ain't cool