This is a song about "He dosnt remember that he loves her"

He loves his fans an demands they understand how i've been

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Told me he loves me and he really would like us to date,

In one way or another

He would never wife her

Kept remembering her face the day that he fessed up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

He gave her his heart, he said don't drop this

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes