This is a song about "Scared of love"

Man i'm scared of those things, they give me the shivers

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I don't sleep because i'm scared to lose track of reality.

Being scared of these chumps please enough you cream puffs

We vegetables, on them record labels

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

And now it's clear as this promise

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

All green nigga pick six

So be scared of my actions