This is a song about "Sang"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Sang a song, oh you don't know? what?

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Rap just hasn't been the same since wu-tang sang,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Well i'm here to inform you that that fat bitch sang

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came