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

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

She's every love song that i love singing

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

As i light one for ill will

I know that this sounds mental,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Our nation have to bow, africa

Yo this sounds better than that sucker dre ya,

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

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

That sounds more like josef on any given night.

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating