This is a song about "How much does he love me"

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Can u see where im comming from how much you mean to me

Damn i forgot how much money he got

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

He try his best to love me, but he promise he'll do better

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

Still no matter how much i love it, i still wish i never started,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Yet didn't see, how you locked me, he or she, love wasn't the key.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Why does there have to be so much killing

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing