This is a song about "Boyfriend how much i love"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Fuck it, you don't even know how much i cried

I wana know how much u really love me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I love her,but damn,she brings too much trouble

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Though i love how you do

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Still no matter how much i love it, i still wish i never started,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet