This is a song about "Love songs suck"

Searching for fortune and fame

Your songs are so fuckin lame

It appears in your unwitty songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

She only want to suck

They just don't give a fuck

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Radio playing songs until i came across i used to love h.e.r i was frozen

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

And of course, my car's off course

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?