This is a song about "This boy i love"

Same customer...i hussle to live...i smoke to get by even tho i love this high..

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

What's this i hear you do love me?

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Your love in my chest, why was i thinking this way?

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I know you love singing listen to this

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Before i knock your ass right out boy

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie