This is a song about "Killing this song"

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

December 4th a star was born

This is my break-up song,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

This is the end of my fucking song

You just gotta be strong

You're listening to this song

The whole essence of this rap song

Yea, i been humble too long

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song