I seen you been hurtin and you should know that it hurts me too.

To watch my best friend go through,

What these niggas do.

I love you is just words but ill wrap a meaning on it for you.

We mad tight and imma kill all these niggas for you.

Pass me the gat and watch me go; I pop a cap AND spit my flow.

Dance in my skinnies AND diss their huge ego,

cuz they aint got nothing on me, fosho.

And all the other girls’ aint got nothing on you,

They go on a hunt but cant even find a clue, a clue!

We go blues clues on these nigga, blue and majenta.

Nigga be broke; cant afford their own rent-a.

Rent-a-center had their shit confiscated

We aint got dough but we aint hated.

Me and you, we drop em like 1, 2, 3.

And they stay cryin so we kick em to their knee.

They beggin but we don’t stop; we just shake our asses, let that shit pop!

Aimee; I love you! With every meaning that comes with it.

Can you dig it?

No hurt; no pain; I wont ever let it rain;

unless we are dressed in scrubs, cuz then, well then…

we will dance in it. And sing as loud as we can. Cuz we showin them scrubs we don’t want them.

I love you aimee, we mad tight. You think this is done; imma still write.

Cuz I could go on and on,  no stoppable ron,

kim Possible, I aint gone.

Outside of cumby’s, chillin on the curb

We gonna do it all, im talkin phineas and ferb!

Your like my sister, but different fathers; different mothers

But we still be burnin up, burnin up; Jonas Brothers.

Do these niggas really see what they doin’?

How dare you fk with me?, im shannen drouin!