This is a song about "Nice rap song"

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Instead of singin' the same song

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

You're listening to this song

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Most times when a liquor all gone

Help us find our inner song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,