This is a song about "This boy i love"

Am i a one man boy band, nah this ain't no backstreet,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I speak this line as she dies, i see the love in her eyes.

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

But how can i give this closure when i love you so much?

See, i'm just trying to focus

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Need i remind you,im do this for everbody i love,

Life is like a pair of dice and boy do i love gambling

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing