This is a song about "My luv"

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

She used used tbe my luv my luv now she just runin away wit her friends far away

Bet i'm heavy with that

My flow sophisticated

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These my rhymes and my story

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

But i luv competiton. i just cant decline.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her