This is a song about "I love him"

I promise im -not - him

Got me rushed to the station

And sometimes i still want to threaten him

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Why should i see the appeal of him?"

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I know that love it could begin

And i hope you told him

First off congratulations on the win

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.