This is a song about "Love is tru so i think i flu lay down on the ground i will give you a pound yo"

The notes i wrote will give you a jolt

Time to get her bags get ghost

So i think that you and kim should just head on down south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

I'll give ya the flu my style is so sickening

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Now when i think of you, it's like i got the flu

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

You think i give a shit if i lose im used to the bad news

I pick you up, off the ground, throw it down

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown