This is a song about "Sings"

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Soon as the stooly sings

But this ain't physics or rocket science

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

I speak english but check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

Trying to get the truth, read between the lines, look at all the sings

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection