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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

She's every love song that i love singing

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

She's every love song that i love singing

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

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

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Detected fools that create titles for trials

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

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

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

This is the concrete