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

I don't know how to make songs like that

Cus if your love was all i had

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

You are a bad patient

She leave her hair in the sink

"i don't know how to make songs like that

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

I don't know how to make songs like that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

You are a bad patient

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down