This is a song about "Love u camaro patron"

I wana know how much u really love me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

I roll up to a party in a camaro there was drugs i wasn't gonna do them until they

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

U love when im in pain ur like a shark that smells blood/

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice