This is a song about "My rap song l"

We at the top where we belong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone