This is a song about "Rap songs"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Songs all about bitches tits.

They use violence but i murder with my songs

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

And of course, my car's off course

But better when i sing songs