This is a song about "I love every thing about you"

In every talk of yours, i would find a thing i would like to share:

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I love thee to the level of every day's

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

I don't really see a thing in you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Every thing that you see turns you on

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I love titties, you want hickeys, i don't let girls striptease, iv'e been to every city

Thats why every single day i think about that very corner

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

So i say i love you to every girl that's interested,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag