This is a song about "So sick of love songs"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Sick of loving what i used to love theirs more than one purpose for a basin

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

But i'm so sick of this world, i'm just trying to vomit

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Huh, a metaphor of course

Wussup with all these love songs?

So sick i made dr. pepper a leper by taking a sip of his favorite drink

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

She used to send me some love songs and forced me to hear 'em.

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I'm so sick of you, so cut the shit,

You're very attractive, and notice that