This is a song about "Loosing a loved one"

Fuck a dad, if he loved me he would care about what i loved

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

After , many loved lost what a disaster , my heart left fractured , the meaning of

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

All these drugs just to feel loved.

And get caught, in the moment

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

And chickie's never loved him

Oh, you look like my next victim

Ross and folarin, couple women

You'll always be my loved one