This is a song about "A girl who is secretly in love with her uncle ying of aids"

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Man did i get that, i could write a book on the love in her eyes with no setbacks

And he, what's his name, earl

Messing with love hit a new girl

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Think i just fucked a girl with her tampon on,

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Part of me hates your guts but the other part is in love with you.

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle