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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And maybe they just hear somethin' that just sounds wrong,

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

I said i got my ass beat

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Yo this sounds better than that sucker dre ya,

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

That sounds more like josef on any given night.