This is a song about "Song titles that are sounds"

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Knb is that your name that sounds like the kkk the generic version,

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

And there are many things, that those titles bring, has you feeling you're

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And leave you dead and gone like that t.i and timberlake song

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

She's every love song that i love singing