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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Why does there have to be so much killing

How could he do that to those who he claims to love,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

But how can i give this closure when i love you so much?

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

This punk reminds me of my toilet all he does is swill shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free