This is a song about "Bryson tiller songs"

And of course, my car's off course

Wussup with all these love songs?

It's been nothing but pain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Organized crime, i kill your boss

But better when i sing songs

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

See you was there every year when i needed you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Songs all about bitches tits.