This is a song about "Finding the one"

Really could be the best one.

And it weighs a ton

What up girl, tell me how you been

You're the only one

We will never die, we are forever alive

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

We call the mona lisa one, you'll only see the one

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

One day ill hit the charts, be top ranked, number one