This is a song about "Piano songs"

And sing songs every stary night

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Imma make it rain

Wussup with all these love songs?

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

It appears in your unwitty songs

Just here to rap them songs

Black fours red drop head doors

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour