This is a song about "Rap songs"

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

It appears in your unwitty songs

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But better when i sing songs

I only got four minutes

Songs all about bitches tits.

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time