This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat beer"

Slanging and drinking beer.....

And never should you tear

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

She's every love song that i love singing