This is a song about "Telling you i love you"

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Could be applied to this shit

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You know that i love you

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

They're telling you too go home

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Telling you what i'm finnah be,

And losin all his money

I dont care if you wann hear the story im fucking telling it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day