This is a song about "My singing"

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

What we gotta do to survive

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

The only time i flirt with her

Hitting the singing feather

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I know you love singing listen to this

Is that they got you singing along with them,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men