This is a song about "Rnb"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks