This is a song about "Replay"

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

So my minds in fucking shambles memories on replay/

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

You better rape the replay button and have this song in a loop,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Am i late, can someone please click replay

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I want to feel her in every way

The same scenario would replay

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Replay the way it played inside my racin' brain 'til it knows

Am i late, can someone please click replay

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way