This is a song about "Bby i love you"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You still love me? i do!

Come there, if i don't even love you

Don't fuck around and make it true

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I dont love you im just confused

Ma i fucking love you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Need i remind you,im do this for everbody i love,

You know i love you right,

Couple grand when i rock the night

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Baby you know i love you