This is a song about "Singers"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

A bunch a singers and sinners

I'm lussus est a deo, and that's what i'll use to make sure i get the deal.

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

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

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