This is a song about "I love you my f"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I fucked my fear and finally said her with my plale face that "i love you".

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes