This is a song about "Song generators"

I made a song at camp

Two white cups and i got that drank

Looking so damn right you're wrong

You're listening to this song

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Everyday a star is born

Then start to sing a song

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Were gonna end this song while

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

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

Instead of singin' the same song

Ain't no women at the shows

No more sad song on pianos