This is a song about "Full song"

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

This is the end of my fucking song

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Haven't seen the world in so long

You're listening to this song

Help us find our inner song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

I made a song at camp

If you ever feel alone and

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Yea, i been humble too long