This is a song about "I wont tell you about my love"

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But bitch you better tell me quick cause my mind about to blow up

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I love mike will i wanna tell all of you that he made it,

If you say my shit sucks, i wont be forgiving

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

But i feel like i should be able to tell someone about my issues..

What did i tell you about drinking before leaving!

Just tell me that i ever meant anything