This is a song about "How in love i am"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I wana know how much u really love me

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

It may be not the same for you

Though i love how you do

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her