This is a song about "I m sorry baby i still love you"

Baby i been thinkin bout you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I'm sorry the love i have for you isnt always shown,

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

And you know i love you baby

I was wondering maybe

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

I love you baby dear, you're incredibly gifted, please make sure your spirits are always lifted."

Cause when i make this stew

You still love me? i do!

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er