This is a song about "Love you but i love myself more"

But i aint sick i did love you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Ain't no fame, i love my fans just a little more

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Whatever i spit, you love it,

The dead society of a poet

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

That i love you more then ive loved before,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Plus i love the limelight, who wouldn't if they love rhymes right, but i want more

Yeah, the sex in the sack

But i gave 'em love back,

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

I wanna be like you but i always find myself buryin more bodies in the dirt

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

That i love you more then ive loved before,