This is a song about "Love sick clean cut shy"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But am sick in love and your my medication

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Yeah, i know that she was especially shy,

I'm so sick of you, so cut the shit,

I put some cash in ya pocket

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Haha, shit gets sick, but sometimes lifes a bitch, but i love that whore to death,

But i aint sick i did love you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

It's roc nation, this my team

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You look so shy, but it’s all a cover