This is a song about "Loved one dying"

Who purely loved each other and then killed one another,

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

That's why i'm makin' money

I loved her, she loved me

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Sweater falls i loved them most

And chickie's never loved him

How you hold in emotion

Im the man who's always loved ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

All these drugs just to feel loved.

If you feel it, it must be real just

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

After all the times i preferred dying.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Fuck a dad, if he loved me he would care about what i loved