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

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

She's every love song that i love singing

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

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

Detected fools that create titles for trials

We vegetables, on them record labels

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw