This is a song about "I m crazy about you"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Well how about i murder you

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I caid it sucked and you have got to be crazy

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

That i fire like crazy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Yea i may be a lil crazy too,but dont talk about me jus worry about you......

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

I was wondering maybe

Shit i must be crazy

Could i make you my baby

Bitch you must be crazy