This is a song about "Singing competitions"

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

Stalked a ho rapper, saw him singing in the shower

I heard that statistic i almost cried

And i'll be singing through the night.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Laylow, laylow singing para siempre for life.

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

The emergency room, gettin stitches

I know you love singing listen to this

She's every love song that i love singing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

I speak to cj often and sometimes