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"

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Rise up and firm on the ground, i will deflect you, so don’t you

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Cuz once i hit the ground, the weight will come down on me 'n all.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

The notes i wrote will give you a jolt

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

The words i place on the page each day will stay wit me above the ground kid

Are you comingto the point that your running

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

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

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill