This is a song about "Song chours"

Wonder where i went wrong

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Fuck you know this song might

Jungle fever for the night

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

We gonna be all the way gone

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

We at the top where we belong

This is the end of my fucking song

You're listening to this song

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Your still gunna make it into my song,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb