This is a song about "Singing i"

And then along came the wrong man for her

They cringin at the singing i deliver

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

And i'll be singing through the night.

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

I hope you hear me every time i'm singing waterfalls

But thats what im singing

Lust will have you slipping