This is a song about "Your the love of my heart i would kiss you"

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

Blasting out some backyard

From the time that you stole my heart.

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

And a kiss from you on the lips my boo would get my vision hazy

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

I be wanting your kiss

I sit and reminisce