I hear that phone-call in my head.
Rozay: Yo nikka, it's all love right. I heard some sh1t. But it's all love?
Wacka: Damn right my n1gga, all love. See you at the club tonight breh. The media,f uck that. LOVELOVE.
Rozay: Straight, love you brother.
They won't beef ever. Too much p*ssying out in the rap-game. The few dudes who really speak their mind, try to make it sound like it was nothing when they get asked about. "NAH ITS NOTHING, I LOVE THEM ALL. MEDIA MAKES IT SOUND LIKE ITS BEEF. BUT ALL LOVE".
Fukk off will ya.