This is a song about "Singing competitions"

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

I know you love singing listen to this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

She's every love song that i love singing

Singing to a man while they played piano

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

They cringin at the singing i deliver

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song