This is a song about "Bryson tiller songs"

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

And sing songs every stary night

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

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

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Just here to rap them songs

Then it just pours

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

I really love my miami crew

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts