This is a song about "445"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

But i'm my own intermediary

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

I can't find my direction like an elderly erection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin