This is a song about "Song about nuythin"

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Got racks you don’t understand

I made a song at camp

Shit is on silent all day long

This is my break-up song,

My sim card's the bomb

Then start to sing a song

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Your still gunna make it into my song,

We gonna be all the way gone

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