This is a song about "Being nervous"

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

In the first days, shy and nervous

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And i never get nervous

Here i go again, searching for love

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But i word it so perfect the competition gets nervous

Walk my way and i get nervous

But i guess that shit's just tough love