This is a song about "Cursing to a boy about love"

Im a tity boy, no need to explain,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Why thank you,i think you just happened to miss what was really going on

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I love thee with a love i seemed to lose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes