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

I feel bad when i think about me

And now that i’m getting money

I just want to express to you exactly how i feel/ want you know

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

About how i killed ho's,

This is love, nothing else close

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Well how about i murder you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

You make me feel sad about everything i ever had

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track