This is a song about "Sang"

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

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

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

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

As long as i can sang with you like:

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

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

Bitches is artificially duck

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

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

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