This is a song about "How i feel about you girl"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Well how about i murder you

About the bitch life. don't you dare tell me how i should live. or how i should talk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Never stop to think about, how the feel

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

You make me feel sad about everything i ever had

But without you girl, i feel like i'm going nuts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Think about it everyday damn girl i miss you.

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Tell you about the girl i fell for