This is a song about "Prom songs"

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

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

On this prom of the year 2000 added lonely thirteen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

They use violence but i murder with my songs

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

It appears in your unwitty songs

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce