This is a song about "Lyric song"

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

And kinda gimicky, lyric."

I’m first class on my trip trip

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Instead of singin' the same song

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

Help us find our inner song

We at the top where we belong

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,