This is a song about "Sing bout me"

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

//promise that you will sing about me

//promise that you will sing about me

Plottin' don’t even worry

You start challenging me you end up losin (sing)

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Haters beware, i can see clear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Do not attempt to interfere

Sing with me, sing for the year,

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.