This is a song about "I really like you"

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

No, not bombs over baghdad

When you lie like that, its really sad

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

You really hated it when i smoked pot

But i really don't like my mind state, head ain't really sewn right i might break

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Since i laid my eyes on you, i really knew/

But i really don't feel like calling a nurse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

And if i do go you better come through

I don't really see a thing in you

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Before i really bring the fire and sentence you whack ass to hell like