This is a song about "How much i like you"

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

How much i stabbed and press.

I don't fear death

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

No matter how much good you do

You never know how much this world could be cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And then i fucking realized that no matter how much i aspire

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

How much longer til i topple you toddlers