This is a song about "Song generators"

When it comes to spitting that fire

Were gonna end this song while

This is my break-up song,

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

This is the end of my fucking song

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

I made a song at camp

They could never understand

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You're listening to this song

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

"you already wrote the gay song

Tats out and my hair long