This is a song about "How bad pop songs are"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

How much shit is he going to cop before it starts to pop

You know i stick to the script

You are a bad patient

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

I don't know how to make songs like that

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Your friends are left wondering how

Shit, even consider stalking now

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Here is how i write my songs, start with 'cid, coke, and onyx,