This is a song about "Sleeping cranes writes a song about pancakes"

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

That we can't forget the past

I made a song at camp

And we don't know no right from wrong

Can barely finish a song

I think that song was a lever

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back