This is a song about "A song that rhymes"

Then start to sing a song

And we don't know no right from wrong

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

That shits been used a billion times i got a billion rhymes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Yea i'm missin some sleep