This is a song about "Kid songs"

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Wussup with all these love songs?

And of course, my car's off course

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

From punky little songs for competition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Your songs are so fuckin lame

You just tryin' to run game

Huh, a metaphor of course

But better when i sing songs