This is a song about "Sings"

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

While he sings a ring it shivers my skin numbs my limbs.

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

Soon as the stooly sings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread