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"

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

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

I know a little girly from uptown

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

I feel wreaked, been down so much i remember the color of the ground/

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew

I will never date you like fover. i in love some else. i won't give u the name.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I'mma catch you next time around

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Here i go again, searching for love

So she lay me down on the mattress