This is a song about "Lo ve"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

Mira qué bonito lo,

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time