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

You make me feel sad about everything i ever had

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Now this is not no ego strip, i won't brag about how many chicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

About how much i can't be without 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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I swear they think i'm crazy

I dont know how you feel about me

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Well how about i murder you