This is a song about "I love singing"

Until i am wanted, and needed, i'm not just singing' along,

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

I swear she's the one i love

Niggas talk with limited service

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Love i was destined to adorn.

Trust they seen enough

I was feeling like "it's love"

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Hitting the singing feather

I will fight swinging while your shit singing and showing off your bling and shit i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die