This is a song about "You should let me love you"

Come on tell me you love me back

Top dropped down, black on black

You still love me? i do!

Cause when i make this stew

Third ward general, young cash money

Cuz you know you can love me

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You should call me fresh stella

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Hold on to what you love, and never let go just let them know

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

If you think she doesn't love you then you should just fucking ask her/

You told me i could trust you and you let me fall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Don't say you wan't me, i know you don't fucking love me.