This is a song about "Chior singing"

And i'll be singing through the night.

This is everything that we call hype

Singing to a man while they played piano

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

They cringin at the singing i deliver

Good love then i can do that for her

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

I was born to do the damn thing

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Yeah, ready for whatever

Hitting the singing feather

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues