This is a song about "Headphones"

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

I could never wait to get new headphones and wear it

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

I'll leave a mic and some headphones with her dead bones then i'll head home

Headphones keeping loners in check/

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Simply fucking hate everything, blare this shit in headphones,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And kids who feel like outcast just sit with blaring headphones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes