This is a song about "Loving our singing school"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Loving you is my pleasure

We gone keep going

Singing and swinging been

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Hitting the singing feather

What is hittin' for

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

I know you love singing listen to this

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing