This is a song about "Killing this song"

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Wake up you didn't even complete this song

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

But this song is infinitely finished

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Run for cover and return fire

Were gonna end this song while

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

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

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong