This is a song about "Singing i"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

They cringin at the singing i deliver

Singing to a man while they played piano

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But thats what im singing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Laylow, laylow singing para siempre for life.

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

And my only fear's a wedding ring

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming