This is a song about "Singing competition"

And leave the competition incinerated

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

She's every love song that i love singing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I can slaughter my competition

My talent should take me places i've never been

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Some type of competition

You're uncool like my mother kin

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Now everybody put your hands up high