This is a song about "Prom songs"

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

On this prom of the year 2000 added lonely thirteen

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

Then it just pours

Just here to rap them songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

I could barely write these songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Black fours red drop head doors

But better when i sing songs