This is a song about "Bad songs"

And sing songs every stary night

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

But better when i sing songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Songs all about bitches tits.

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time

Chasing money in the city of crime

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

From punky little songs for competition