This is a song about "I m love"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

They claim it as their own, africa

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

You already are caged

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....