This is a song about "I don t love her get money"

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

I'm here to make it better

Damn i think i love her

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye