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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

She's every love song that i love singing

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

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

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song