This is a song about "Girls bad singing moan"

As the wind in the trees continues to moan

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Keep saying that your head is hurting with a moan

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

She's every love song that i love singing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

So get up, its time to start nation building

She's every love song that i love singing

Hitting the singing feather

And i ain't frontin for her

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

She's every love song that i love singing

Ringing digging singing

Listen, these niggas is tripping