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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

You get whip lash from the sounds of my rhymes that i flash.

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Now that it's on the track i guess it sounds pretty sick

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

That sounds more like josef on any given night.

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

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

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

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

She's every love song that i love singing

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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