This is a song about "Love songs suck"

Huh, a metaphor of course

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

It appears in your unwitty songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

We can leave before midnight for sure

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

Songs all about bitches tits.

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I could barely write these songs

Shots, they back and forth

Well, um, there's a but

Cuz all you do is suck/