This is a song about "Love songs"

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

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

Just here to rap them songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

It appears in your unwitty songs

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

She used to send me some love songs and forced me to hear 'em.

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,