This is a song about "Every morning i was told to say i love you"

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Two months later, i must say i was heavily love struck.

I spread love and warmth throughout to every one,

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

She asked me to repeat those three words i said in the morning, i texted "i love you".

I love titties, you want hickeys, i don't let girls striptease, iv'e been to every city

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And it rules everything around them

I told you already and i'll say it again

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

"i love you!" it was my biggest blunder

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber