This is a song about "Pop song"

Instead of singin' the same song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You're listening to this song

Tats out and my hair long

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

What would be a good song?

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Everyday a star is born

And, shit, here i am, writing this song