This is a song about "Miranda sings"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Trying to get the truth, read between the lines, look at all the sings

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

While scheming on hits

Soon as the stooly sings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,