This is a song about "Alika sounds like akaline"

I know sounds like the usual shit, the riches and dough,

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Every time i write 2 lines it's sounds like crap

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

That sounds more like josef on any given night.

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

When you rap it sounds like you've beaten off a piece of meat that's to big to chew

Shit, to me it sounds like you're the one with the problem

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun