This is a song about "I love ameera"

I feel my work ain't enough

I want a girl to love

Yet the things that i love

It's just textbook stuff

But i gave 'em love back,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Whatever i spit, you love it,

I wanted to find love but love never came

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I love doing damage, i love going savage, i'ma pulverize this faggot

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that