This is a song about "Bad singers"

Why you treat them so bad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Times aren't always that bad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Told me whats good and bad

You know, work that

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

One night love: i'mma need that

I used my rhymes for bad

Better yet they work my every nerve

A bunch a singers and sinners

Ima let her be by herself in peace

And stop / freeze for singers they can please