This is a song about "Yeah i love mechine gun kelly"

All because i can't feel love

Then i said i had enough

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

Slaughter someone caught up in my way, yeah you gotta love

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I went to get the gun

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Yeah bitch this date's done

I really wish i had my gun