This is a song about "I will sing"

Actually i like a broad that can help me sing along

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Kill a bitch, listen as i sing high pitch," these sins i commit, i blame you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Gave me rage and hate and pain and angst, i can't sing without it,

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

We got money to go get baby

//promise that you will sing about me

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

I got a list, and it's full of answers, and since i can't sing...well then...

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Shout out them strippers who hustle

I can sing an be humble