This is a song about "Singing"

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Then put it into sex drive

These hoes ain't acting right

And i'll be singing through the night.

She's every love song that i love singing

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Ringing digging singing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Is that they got you singing along with them,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Hitting the singing feather

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

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