This is a song about "Chorus"

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Where the fuck the chorus

But here comes the chorus so i guess i gotta go.

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

So fuck this chorus it aint over

Then lost my faith again

That just the chorus mayne

Chorus: i really miss you girl, this is my struggle.

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

So fuck this chorus aint over

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

After all this is a chorus and i am back