This is a song about "She s the one i love"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Me out my home/ she said i was a whore , and she didnt love

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

That will be enough

I swear she's the one i love

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

I, and the i is in the i love you that she taught to me. (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Am i the only one who tried to write love on her arms?