This is a song about "Singing"

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Hitting the singing feather

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Nigga fuck the black and whites

And my only fear's a wedding ring

She's every love song that i love singing

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Haven't seen the world in so long

Laylow, laylow singing para siempre for life.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive