This is a song about "I shouldn t love him"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Lies, tangled with fiction

I promise im -not - him