This is a song about "Rap song"

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

You were right here all along

The whole essence of this rap song

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Shit is on silent all day long

This is my rap song, now it my vacation

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

You're listening to this song