This is a song about "I love you jack macleod"

Lost my nigga over nothing though

I think its love dont you think so

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I dont love you im just confused

Though i love how you do

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

You know that i love you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Come there, if i don't even love you