This is a song about "Can t make a song"

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And can make it into a form which only he can express

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Then start to sing a song

But if i'm wrong

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Your fucking weak, you'll never make a song or be featured.

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward