This is a song about "Fuck you song"

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Fuck the song to dust till theyre like "where the track at?"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

Walk blind into a line or fight

Fuck you know this song might

And leave you dead and gone like that t.i and timberlake song

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head