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

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

How do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

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

Inspired by hip hop that sounds so classic

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

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

She's every love song that i love singing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

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