This is a song about "Miranda sings"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Soon as the stooly sings

Back with a vengeance

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

They say he the key to my blessings

It ain't over till the fat lady sings