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 then you be down on the ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

I don't give a damn what you think,

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

What i wanna be so i lay on the balcony. we'll walk this road together, through

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will