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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

You be gentle i wont

Hand to hand in the cold

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

If you say my shit sucks, i wont be forgiving

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high