This is a song about "N sync"

But we so in sync, wow

Bad bitches get low right now

Tried perfecting my letters n

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

You mental state deteriorates n,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Your whole style sounds like n sync on commercial

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

So y'all can cope n' touch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

In sync like a lingerin' grip on your hips, it's such delight

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick