This is a song about "Girl you didn t listen to me when i told you i love you i didnt lie i was tying to help"

You tellin' me to cheat on it but i will never listen,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

You have this letter

Told you i was better

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Not a fan of me? well fuck you, you aint gotta listen to nothing i say,

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

I know you love singing listen to this

Uppity bitches, handling business

When i diss you better listen

So now she picks up the gun

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Love to me wasn't fun, i didn't know love when i was young,

Wood chain with a jesus

I want a girl to love