This is a song about "Prom songs"

Your body's right as rain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I could barely write these songs

When you keep em right beside you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to